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The original was posted on /r/sex by /u/Personal_Mud9010 on 2023-10-04 10:17:03.

My dad died when I was 10 years old, but in his will he left his house to me. More specifically, he left it to my uncle with instructions to give it to me, but my uncle is great, so when I turned 18 he took me out for the day, and we hung out, and he made a whole thing of giving me ownership. He did a great job of keeping track of stuff and holding on to the stocks retirement funds and life insurance money that my dad left me.

My dad left most of everything to me, with some going to his brother, my uncle, and my aunt. He also left me my car, that my uncle kept until I was 16. The car is technically still in my uncle’s name and he pays the insurance.

My dad also left my mom a bit of money, and he even left some money to my half brother M12.

He and my mom were never married. They stayed together even though she cheated, but he still never wanted to get married. My mom says he wanted her to jump through hoops if she ever wanted to marry him, and it never happened before he died.

My mom married my stepdad(My brother and sister’s F9 father), And we stayed living in the house. My mom got to live there with me, because of my dad’s will, and my stepdad moved in with her.

My mom quit her job after she married my stepdad, and he’s the sole income earner, with her as a SAHM. My uncle has never charged my stepdad rent. My stepdad just pays utilities, and he’s been giving my uncle money for property taxes. So he’s been getting a pretty sweet deal.

Anyway, the other night, I had my boyfriend park down the block and walk to the house so I could sneak him in through the garage, and I had him up in my room. My stepdad ran into him in the morning, when he was trying to sneak out through the kitchen and didn’t expect my stepdad to be up. We apologized for startling him and I was a little embarrassed. I tried to laugh it off and tell him it wasn’t a big deal and just be casual, but he wasn’t having it.

Stepdad fucking blew up at me, saying that I’m not allowed to have boyfriends or girlfriends over, that it’s inappropriate, and that it’s disrespectful fucking whatever. I told him I didn’t have to listen to him, and he tried to pull some my house rules bullshit. That’s when I told him that it’s actually *my house*, and it always has been. And he’s lucky I don’t charge him rent. (It’s not like I’m going to kick my mom in my siblings out or something, but still, fuck him)

He was fucking livid! He called me a spoiled little brat and he kept having a tantrum. He told my mom to say something, but she kind of just stayed out of it, kind of like she always does. He tried to yell at me some more, but I just told him that it’s my fucking house at I’ll do what I want. If I want to have my boyfriend over I can.

I work retail because I don’t want to blow through the money my dad left me (It’s enough that I could live off it through college, but definitely not long-term. My uncle says I should do my best not to touch it anymore than I need to).

I told my stepdad that if I did charge him rent, even if I gave him a fantastic deal, I could totally just quit my job. He just said I wouldn’t fucking dare, but by then it was time for him to go to work anyway.

I gave him every fucking opportunity to not pick fights, but he’s just a dick sometimes.