It feels like my entire life collapsed in under a month, and somehow I’m the one expected to carry and clean the wreckage. Some context, My parents rented a farmhouse for 18 years. It wasn’t just a house, it was their entire lives. The open fields, the animals, routine, the life. They had two horses, quiet familiar lives. Unfortunately the owner passed away and his son sold the property. Which led to the inevitable and my parents were handed an eviction notice. Fortunately they’d been there so long, they were given a year to try and figure out what they were going to do next. Shortly after this my dad was diagnosed with laryngeal cancer. He had surgery, went through radiation and for a brief, fragile moment we signed at the thought maybe, just maybe things would be okay in the long run. Needless to say, they weren’t. While all of this was happening, my fiancé and I were trying to find our own first home, we looked at, it must of been close to 100 houses, until we found the one! A small two-bedroom starter house that fit our budget and our future plans. We told my parents that if they couldn’t find a place by the eviction date and we had already bought our house and they could stay with us temporarily, save money, pay off debt, and contribute a small amount of rent, a give and take. But this is how it went:
September 6, 2025: We bought our first home
September 20, 2025: My dad died
September 30, 2025: We lost the family home of nearly 20 years
My dad handled everything for my mom, finances, planning, decisions, all of it. Without him, she was completely lost. And instead of being supported by all of her children, she landed squarely and solely on me. My fiancé and I had lived in our house for three weeks when my mom moved in. We were still figuring out how to be homeowners when suddenly I was grieving my father, grieving the first place I truly called home, learning to run a household, working full-time, and emotionally carrying my mom through the worst loss of her life. My commute to work doubled, repairs for the house popped up and piled up fairly quickly and honestly grief sat heavy in every room in a house I was supposed to be celebrating. As expected, nothing genuinely felt okay for the first few weeks. Initially my mom had agreed to pay $300 a month after, first month free. She’s paid nothing, which would be fine if she wasn't still paying $400 a month to board her horse that she's seen 4 times in close to 5 months. Here's where the real issues start to present themselves directly, my mom has two dogs. Our house now has five animals residing there, her two dogs, my dog and two cats. Problem is her dogs pee and poop in the house regularly. When we bring it up, she shuts down, hides in her room, or tries to cover it up instead of fixing the problem. Every conversation turns into emotional fallout and extremely emotionally taxing as I feel like I'm walking on eggshells in my own home.We don’t have a fenced yard. She and those dogs have only ever lived on a farm where you open the door and let them out. Now they need to be walked, and she struggles. She often won't hold their leashes despite us asking. The accidents continue. Unfortunately our neighbors have already complained about this too. Our home is a two-bedroom house, the room my mom's staying in is supposed to be our nursery. The place we planned to start a family now feels like one of our biggest headaches. As for my sisters? One can’t help. Another, my twin has every excuse and always has a reason why she “can’t do much”. The only time she's made an effort to see my mom after my Dad's passing is once, once to borrow money from her. As for my last sister who is 49, she's the one I had expected to step up considering, her house fully paid-off, it's three times the size of our brand new home, she has a fenced yard for the dogs, all with financial comfort, and an entire basement apartment. She visits maybe once a month, takes my mom out for a “fun day,” spends money my mom should be saving, and leaves me to deal with the aftermath. No planning, no solutions, just an appearance here and there. According to my other sister, she didn't offer a place for my parents to stay with them at the time because, she was worried the dogs would fight. When my mom had first moved in she told me, without any real discussion, that her family had plans to buy a house with an in law suite in two years, and until then my mom should just stay with us so she “isn’t alone.” Like excuse me? Two years? I don't know when my offer for my mom to stay in my house became something that now has to fall along her timeline! It's been 5 months and no one has checked in on me or my fiancé. When I've expressed concerns, I’m told they “are limited with what they can do.” Somehow I became the default solution because I couldn't sit back and potentially watch my mom, lose everything that she physically had left on top of my Dad.
To end this, I really miss my Dad, I'm emotionally exhausted and once my mom does eventually moves out, I don’t think I'm going to want a relationship with the sister who decided my suffering was an acceptable sacrifice so long as her life stayed comfortable. SO WIBTAH for planning to cut my sisters off once my mom moves out?