My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“You would spend family money just to keep me out of a house?” I asked.
“I will do what is necessary to ensure my daughters are treated equally,” my father said. “If you refuse to sign the co-ownership agreement with Ashley, I will cut you off from this family entirely.”
“I have paid my own rent and my own car insurance since I was twenty-one,” I said.
“You still use the credit union account we set up when you were sixteen,” my father said, his voice dropping into a cold, flat register. “Your name is still linked to mine on that joint savings account. I can freeze those funds tomorrow morning.”
“There is only four thousand dollars in that account,” I said, though my chest felt tight as I spoke the number.
“Then you had better think about how much that four thousand dollars means to you,” my father said. He stood up, ending the conversation without looking at me again. “We are done here.”
I walked out to the front porch, the cool night air hitting my face. The streetlights on Oak Avenue flickered through the dry leaves of the liquid amber trees.
