I Bought My First House — Then My Sister Invaded It with Her Kids and Refused to Leave
When I finally bought my first home at 33—a modest three-bedroom with a yard for my dogs— I thought I’d finally earned peace. Instead, I became a target. It started with a call from my sister, Lorie. Her tone was biting: “Three bedrooms for one person? That’s selfish. Do you know how many families could…