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My Mom Sued Me Over My Own House... What Came Next Was Unthinkable | Reddit Story
Aug 4, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Mom Sued Me Over My Own House... What Came Next Was Unthinkable | Reddit Story What started as a simple $3 rent increase turned into a family breakdown I never saw coming. I leased my house to my retired parents to help them out, but when my mother refused to pay and launched a legal war against me, everything changed. From court battles and garden sabotage to police intervention and psychiatric commitments — this is the story of how I lost my mother and found peace. 💬 Share your thoughts in the comments — have you ever had to set hard boundaries with family?
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It all started with a simple request.
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I own a small house, a modest property I
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bought with the intention of having a
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place of my own. But my parents, who had
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always viewed it as their own personal
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retirement fund, saw it differently. My
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dad was retired. My mom had refused to
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work a day in her life. And after some
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bargaining, we agreed on a lease. They
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would pay $350 a month, the exact amount
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of the mortgage. I wasn't making a dime,
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but at least I wouldn't be paying it off
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myself. Then the insurance company
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raised my rates. It was a minimal
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increase, just $3 a month, but it was
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enough to ignite the fuse of my mother's
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rage. "I'm not paying," she screamed,
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her face turning crimson. "She called me
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a moneyhungry threatened to tear
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up the garden I had spent months
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cultivating, and then lunged at me,
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grabbing for my hair. I owe her this,"
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she shrieked, as if my ownership of the
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house,, my payment of the mortgage, and
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my hard one independence meant nothing.
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I managed to push her away, my own voice
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rising to meet hers. "You are tenants.
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You and dad are listed as tenants."
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I turned to leave, but she blocked the
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door, her eyes wild with a fury I had
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never seen before. "I'm not paying," she
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yelled again,, her voice cracking with
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indignation. I pushed past her,
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desperate to escape her rage. Talk to a
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lawyer," I said. The words a final
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desperate plea for sanity. "If you
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refuse to pay, I will evict you." I
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walked out, leaving her in the wreckage
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of her own anger. A few days later, my
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dad, defeated and heartbroken, called to
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tell me she was divorcing him. He had
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sided with me, and in her mind, that was
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the ultimate betrayal. He was just a
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pawn in her game, a prop in her
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theatrical display of victimhood.
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The news was a punch to the gut, but it
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was nothing compared to what came next.
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My mother, over a $3 rent increase,
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hired a lawyer and took me to court. The
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courtroom was a surreal experience.
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My own mother, standing before a judge,
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arguing that she was entitled to live in
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my house rentree.
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She painted me as a greedy, ungrateful
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child, a betrayal to her years of
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sacrificing for me. Her emotional pleas
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and self-pitting monologues held no
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weight in a court of law. The judge
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ruled in my favor. Of course, a lease
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was a lease, and a tenant was a tenant.
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I had every right to raise the rent.
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My mother walked out of the courtroom,
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her face a mask of cold, silent fury.
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The air was thick with tension, a
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promise of a storm yet to come. The
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storm hit a few days later. A neighbor
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called me, frantic, telling me my mother
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was in the yard ripping up plants and
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destroying the garden. I drove to the
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house, my heart pounding with a growing
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dread.
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When I arrived, the damage was done. The
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garden, once a beautiful, tranquil
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space, was a wasteland. Flowers were
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torn from the ground, pots were smashed,
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and the small trees I had so lovingly
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nurtured were uprooted. It was a scene
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of pure unadulterated rage. It wasn't
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about the $3 anymore. It was about
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control. It was about proving a point.
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She knew how much that garden meant to
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me. And she had destroyed it to show me
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that she could still hurt me even when
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she couldn't win in court. Standing in
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the wreckage, I knew I had no choice
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left. I had to evict them. The decision
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weighed heavily on me, a final cold
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severing of the bond between us. I filed
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the paperwork, the process feeling as
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impersonal and heartless as my mother's
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actions. When the eviction notice was
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delivered, she went ballistic.
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She came to my house, pounding on the
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door, screaming threats and insults. I
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didn't open the door. I just called the
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police. As they led her away in
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handcuffs, she screamed, "You'll regret
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this. I'll make you pay."
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Her words were sharp, but they couldn't
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penetrate the wall of exhaustion I had
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built around myself.
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I just wanted it to be over. The
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eviction process was slow, but the judge
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eventually ruled in my favor. They had
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30 days to vacate. My dad, broken and
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defeated, found a small apartment
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nearby. My mother, however, was a
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different story. In the days leading up
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to their departure, she continued her
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reign of terror. She scrolled hateful
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messages on the walls, left trash
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scattered throughout the house, and
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continued to call me with threats. When
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she finally left, the house was a wreck.
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It was no longer a home, but a
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battleground. I spent weeks cleaning up
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the mess, painting over the hateful
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words, and replanting the garden. It was
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a slow, therapeutic process, a way for
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me to physically and emotionally rebuild
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the damage she had done. But my mother
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wasn't done with me.
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A month after the eviction, I got a call
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from the police.
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My mother had been arrested for
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trespassing. A neighbor had seen her
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lurking around the house late at night,
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staring into windows, and called the
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police.
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Her obsession with the house with me,
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had reached a new level of instability.
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My father, who had been quiet and
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withdrawn, confided in me that her
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behavior had become increasingly
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erratic.
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She was losing touch with reality,
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convinced I was out to get her.
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Then one evening, my aunt called. My
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mother had been admitted to a
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psychiatric ward. She had become violent
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and paranoid, a danger to herself and to
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those around her. It was a strange mix
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of guilt and relief.
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I had pushed her, yes, but she had been
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the one to jump. Who, after her release,
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she moved into a small apartment near my
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aunts.
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She was seeing a therapist and taking
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medication, but she was still a long way
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from being stable. I didn't visit her. I
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couldn't. The wounds were still too
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fresh. I tried to move on to heal, but
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my mother wasn't going to let me. A few
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months later, she was arrested again.
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This time, she had broken into the house
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through a window and had started tearing
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up the garden again. The police found
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her in the yard screaming and pulling up
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plants. This time the charges were for
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vandalism and trespassing.
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The judge, seeing the pattern of her
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behavior, committed her to a long-term
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psychiatric facility. It wasn't a
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temporary stay. It was a permanent
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solution. The news was both
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heartbreaking and a relief.
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My mother was finally in a place where
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she could get the help she needed. But
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it also felt like a final cold severing
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of our bond.
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She wasn't the same person anymore, and
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I wasn't sure if she ever would be
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again. In the months that followed, I
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focused on rebuilding my life. My father
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and I grew closer, an unspoken
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understanding passing between us. The
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house, once filled with so much tension
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and anger, finally became a place of
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peace. The garden, replanted for a
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second time, bloomed brighter than ever.
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I had finally found my peace. And my
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mother, a distant figure in my life, was
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finally where she belonged.
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