One-Upping Bad Mommy

Summary

My mom bought me a house with zero down payment. For five years, I scrimped and saved until I finally paid off the mortgage.

But then, she told me she wanted to transfer the house to her first love's son to use as his wedding home.

When I said no, she pulled out the property deed and slapped it down in front of me. "The house is in my name. I'll give it to whoever I want. You'd better hand it over willingly, or don't blame me for forgetting we're family."

So I pulled out another deed—this one with my name on it—and called 911.

"Hello? I'd like to report a trespasser."