MY SISTER AND HER FAMILY MOVED INTO MY HOUSE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION – KARMA PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE ON THE SAME DAY
Phoebe thought her day couldn’t get any worse when she discovered that her sister and her family had moved into her house without asking. But just as hope was nearly fading, an unexpected knock on the door set off a chain of events that led to instant karma.
I’ve always been close to my sister while we were growing up, but after her wedding, everything changed. What happened between us a few days ago is something I’ll never forget.
My name is Phoebe, I’m 31, and I own a modest three-bedroom house. It isn’t anything fancy, but it’s mine, and I’m incredibly proud of it.
I’ve been paying off the mortgage for ten years, working day and night.
Yes, sometimes I envy friends who live in luxurious apartments in the city center, but then I remind myself that this house is mine. No landlord breathing down my neck, no roommates leaving dirty dishes in the sink—just me and my personal space.
Now, let me introduce my sister, Holly.
She’s 38, has two children, and is married to her high school sweetheart, Nicholas. We were close as kids, but after her wedding she focused on her new life—and I didn’t blame her for that. I believed she was doing what she thought was best.
We drifted apart, yet I thought we still had a good relationship. How wrong I was.
Holly and Nicholas have always been free spirits—the kind of people who say, “Stop being just a cog in the machine” and “Live life to the fullest.”
At family dinners, this used to irritate me terribly.
“Life is too short to be stuck in an office, Phoebe,” Holly would say, sipping her wine. “You should travel more, see the world!”
I would roll my eyes.
“Some of us like a stable paycheck and a roof over our heads, Holly,” I’d reply.
Nicholas would add, “But think about the experiences! The memories!”
Yeah, memories don’t pay the bills, I thought.
I tried to warn them. They were constantly off on spontaneous trips or buying the latest gadgets, even with two kids in tow.
But did they listen to me? No.
A few months ago, they finally decided. They sold their house during a market boom to fund a year-long vacation and “travel the world.”
I remember that conversation as if it were yesterday.
“We did it, Phoebe!” Holly squealed on the phone. “We sold the house!”
“What?!” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Holly, are you serious? What about the kids’ school? Work?”
“We’ll homeschool them on the road. It’s an education in itself! And we’ll find work later. This is our chance to truly live!”
I tried to reason with her, but it was no use.
“Holly, are you sure? Traveling is expensive, especially with kids. What will you do when the money runs out?”
“Oh, don’t be such a buzzkill, Phoebe. We’ve planned everything! We’ll live in hostels, work for food and lodging. Everything will be just fine!”
But it wasn’t fine at all.
At first, their social media overflowed with photos of luxurious hotels and fancy restaurants—“Living the dream!” they captioned every post.
But after two months, the posts dried up. The last photo was a blurry shot of a tent in some field with the caption “Learning to live simply.”
Then came silence. I thought they were just enjoying their trip. I had no idea what was really happening.
Intrusion Into My Home
One day I came home from work, dreaming only of a glass of wine and some reality TV.
But as soon as I opened the door, I knew something was wrong.
In the hallway lay unfamiliar shoes, children’s backpacks, and from the living room came voices I recognized.
I walked in and saw them—Holly, Nicholas, and their kids. They were unpacking suitcases in MY living room.
“Holly?!” I gasped, surveying the chaos. “What… what are you doing here?”
“Oh, hi, Phoebe!” Holly chirped cheerfully. “Surprise! We’re back!”
“Back? In my house?”
Nicholas stepped forward, smiling as if nothing were amiss.
“Yes, traveling with kids turned out to be harder than we thought!”
“And Mom gave us your spare key,” Holly added. “We knew you wouldn’t mind if we stayed here for a couple of months.”
“A couple of months?! Holly, are you serious? You can’t just move into my house without asking!”
“But… we’re family. I thought you’d be happy to help.”
“Happy?!” I fumed. “Holly, this is MY house. MY space. You should have at least asked!”
“Come on, Phoebe,” Nicholas interjected. “Family helps each other, right? Besides, you’ve got plenty of space.”
I was in shock. Their audacity was off the charts.
“You have to leave. Right now.”
But Holly refused. And then Nicholas started threatening me:
“Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be, Phoebe. We have nowhere else to go.”
I didn’t want to involve the police because of the kids. I needed a plan.
Then the phone rang. It was my old friend Alex.
“Hey, Phoebs! I’m in your area—wanna grab a drink tonight?”
I quickly texted back, “Actually, come over to my place. I have an emergency. Bring your acting skills.”
Karma Hit Them Instantly
An hour later, there was a knock on the door.
I opened it… and there stood a police officer.
“Oh my God, Alex!” I exclaimed. “You look amazing in that suit!”
I quickly stepped outside and explained the situation.
Then I returned inside and called out loudly to Holly and Nicholas:
“Guys, please come here! The officer wants to speak with us.”
They came out, but when they saw the “officer,” their faces went pale.
“Good evening,” Alex said firmly. “We received a report of unlawful entry into this house. Please explain the situation.”
“We… we’re family,” Holly mumbled.
“But the homeowner did not invite you,” Alex stated. “Either you leave right now, or I’ll have to press charges.”
They immediately started gathering their things.
Within minutes, they were gone.
I turned to Alex and laughed, “You’re my savior!”
“Happy to help!” he smiled.
We sat and drank coffee in silence, and I realized:
I did the right thing. Sometimes you have to put yourself first.
What would you have done?
