rSlash - r/Bestof My Family Sold My House as a Prank

Episode Date: February 1, 2025

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Our next reddit post is from r slash true off my chest. I am a 31 year old woman and I've been engaged to my fiance, Emily, who's 29 for the past three months, together for two years. She's been the only relationship where I've felt safe enough to open up and discuss my past trauma. Many nights I've cried into her arms and she's been there to comfort me. She goes to therapy with me and she's been a rock in our relationship. I've been getting much better since I've really opened up with me and she's been a rock in our relationship. I've been getting much

better since I've really opened up about it and I've been able to live a better and liberating life the past two years, until Saturday. Emily is ultra competitive, not just in sports but in life. She'll do whatever it takes to win and be number one. She's lost friendships, family relationships, jobs and money. She understands this and has been trying to get better by going to therapy, stating she doesn't know why she's like this. She seemed to cool down over the summer, but she's still very competitive. Even her parents have no idea why, because they weren't athletes and they've never pushed her to be number one. And her siblings are confused when all this started.

I'm a former college athlete, and yes, I am competitive, but not so much anymore. And recently, my friend group began a monthly game night. I was on a four-month winning streak. We played board games, old video games, painting, basketball, and even football. It was all in good fun. But Emily last month was so angry she didn't win, she walked home and didn't want to talk to me for at least two days. Before we left for game night, I told her to please have fun, and it doesn't matter who

wins. She promised she would try, and as game night came to an end, Emily were tied in wins with one more event. The rules are, if it's man vs woman, the lady chooses the final game. She selected Nintendo 64's Mario Kart. I am the king of that game, and I never lose. I asked her if she really wanted to do that and called me a chicken and was big talking that she would beat me at my own game.

I should have backed off, but I caved and we raced. Now, common knowledge is, let her win, and trust me, I thought about it. But she gets really angry if she thinks that you let her win. Her attitude is way worse then. As we started racing, it was a tight race. She kept hitting the banana peels, but she kept catching up. The last lap, she started trying to distract me by saying, He snores when he sleeps. Basic middle school insults. Then, she tried physically bumping me to distract me, but I was locked in and focused. I responded back,

At least I don't keep hitting the bananas, love. Very simple and fun. We're on the final leg of the race and that's when she snapped. Oh my god. At least I didn't get sexually assaulted by my own family. I froze up and dropped the controller and she passed me and won. She was jumping up and down with joy, was screaming and dancing that she finally won. From what my friends told me later, she kept that up for a good while until she saw my

face and that's when she stopped. My friends were in complete shock asking me if that was true. I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe and was fighting back all the inner demons I had swirling in my head. I simply got up and wished them a good night and started walking. I was in a trance. I didn't know where I was walking to. Emily tried calling and texting, asking where I was, begging for me to call and come home.

She kept saying that she was sorry and she wanted to win so badly and she didn't know why she said that. I simply needed space and I told her to please stop calling me. I don't know what to do. I love this girl and I trusted her. But she used that trust to win an effing video game. My friends are asking me about my past and won't leave me alone. I guess all I'm asking is, is there any way back from this or is this the end? Do I dump her and try to work this out? Any advice would be very helpful. Then, two days later, OP posted an update. First off, I need to get this off my chest.

From ages 11-13, I was S.A'd by my aunt. She would come over to babysit and she would do the deed and have me do stuff to her. She would threaten me if I ever spoke out. I tried to ask my parents if she could not babysit, but my mother told me that, My sister absolutely loves you and wants to spend time with you since she can't have children. If it wasn't for my dad for getting his wallet one night, I believe she wouldn't have been caught. My mom went mental and didn't believe any of it and went on this campaign tour around

town saying her sister is 100% innocent and I'm just confused. My dad turned to the bottle and tried to enter the shadow realm because he couldn't forgive himself for missing the signs. My mom then threatened me to make an announcement that her sister is not a predator and then attacked me. My dad divorced my mom and she and my aunt moved elsewhere. All these years later, she truly believes that her sister didn't do those deeds. My dad and I are okay, but he doesn't want to be around me much because of the guilt. Also, I met with my friends and told them my story and they apologized and promised

to help protect me in the future with relationships. They told me what happened after the event. Emily was trying to defend herself by claiming, I didn't mean to say it. He took it the wrong way. I just needed to win this. I love him and didn't mean it. She's been calling all of them, begging for them to please help her win me back, and she'll do whatever it takes. And she'll see anyone to help her with her condition. Today, I met with Emily.

My friends invited her over, and they would sit in the other room while we talked. Emily was unhinged, she came flying into the house trying to hug me, but my friends held her back and told her to just sit. I asked her why she said what she said. I don't know, I just needed to win so badly. I followed up with why she needed to win this one. Because it's your best game and I don't know, I just needed to win. I again asked why she needed to win. What's the importance of winning? Through tears she said, I don't know, I needed to win. She kept repeating the same line over and over, so I asked if she had planned on using

my trauma against me and if that's why she chose Mario Kart. I've never seen someone go white so fast. Emily just looked at me and put her hands to her face and blurted out, I can't stand not winning and I knew you'd get distracted and I could win and finally feel great. Because these past four months I've been so depressed from feeling like a loser and I knew that I could win with this plan. I was in shock and couldn't believe she said that.

I realized that some of the commenters were right. She had this planned. I'm still trying to gain control of my thoughts on this one. You had this planned. I'm still trying to gain control of my thoughts on this one. You had this planned? I asked. Yes, I didn't think about what would happen after and when I saw your face I knew I messed up. Please I want to get help and I'll do anything please don't end this. I asked if this was another competition in her head to win me back. No, I mean in a way yes but not like that that. So if you win me back, you'll feel better that you won. I told her that I can't trust her anymore.

What if we had kids? Will you see them as competition? If your friends are being flirted with, will you try and get more attention for the win? What if I'm simply doing something and you blurt that out again to win? She had to be escorted out by my friends and I was told by one of them that I should get a restraining order because her mentality of losing me may break her mind and she'll do whatever it takes to win me back. So again, thank you everyone for all the comments.

I'm going to get more help and take a break from dating until I find someone who I can trust 100%. And now my friends will be on extra guard for any Emily sightings and future dating red flags. You know what this reads as to me? And I'm not excusing her, I think Emily is a really terrible person, don't get me wrong here, but it sounds to me like she has an addiction. And her addiction is to winning as opposed to gambling or heroin or whatever. whatever and it's just she has to get her fix no matter what at any cost so a heroin addict would you know steal from relatives to buy more heroin but she will plunder the emotional trauma of her loved ones to to get her fix so i think

there's just something fundamentally wrong with her brain she She's... I mean, I hate to use the word crazy, but she kinda sounds crazy here. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash amithabutthole. About two weeks ago, my roommate Dave, who's 23, invited his girlfriend Julie, who's 22, to stay after she was evicted. Dave asked me if she could stay with us till she found a place beforehand, and I agreed. We seemed to get along, and she really didn't bother me, and seemed to stick to the house rules we had, so all was fine. Now a few days ago I was staying over at my friend's house and my friend happened to bump into Julie's Instagram account and this girl was taking pictures in my room with my

clothes, jewelry, shoes and she even had a couple racy pictures wearing MY lingerie. Basically she did several photo shoots in my room with my clothing and things. Of course I lost it. But the worst of all these pictures were the ones where she was standing on my prayer rug which is highly important to my faith with her dirty shoes. She knows how important that prayer rug is to me and my faith and so is well aware of the disrespect and hurt that it would cause. So I cut my visit short and went home immediately the next day.

I came home to Julie being there and I told her everything I knew. She immediately started crying seeing that I am overreacting and that I was scaring her with my anger. To be honest, I was shouting so that could have been scary for her. I told her to get the F out and took back my spare key. She grabbed a couple of things and left. We agreed that Dave would bring her the rest of her things. An hour later she returns, goes around the back, and tries to enter through the back door. I happened to be in the kitchen and shouted at her to go away. I warned her several times that I'd

call the cops if she tried to push in. She kept at it and finally got in and true to my word, I called the cops. The police arrived and asked her several times to just leave, but she kept arguing with them and the officer got annoyed and arrested her. She spent the night in jail and since she didn't have her phone on her, she couldn't contact Dave. When Dave came home from work later that day, he greeted me like normal. And that wasn't what I expected, so I said, have you spoken to Julie? And he says no. So I told him everything, and this man started yelling at me, telling me I was a butthole

and took things way too far by calling the cops. Now I feel like I didn't do anything wrong, but Dave's rant gave me pause. He felt like I should have let him deal with it or something. Also people ask OP about OP's faith and she clarifies that she is black of Ethiopian descent. She is not Muslim, she's part of a monotheistic faith called, forgive me if I'm screwing this up, called Iyebe Wok. It's a very small religion that has probably less than 20,000 followers spread across the entire globe. Then, seven hours

later, OP posted an update. My roommate Dave thought that his girlfriend just took one of my kimono robes or something and that I was overreacting. He watched all the recordings and he called me to profusely apologize for not believing me. He spoke to Julie about the recordings and he called me to profusely apologize for not believing me. He spoke to Julie about the recording and questioned the story that she was telling him. After some talking, she basically told him that she was envious of the things that I had and since she was trying to be an Instagram influencer, she needed to constantly have new things to post.

She also said that she felt like me having luxury and expensive lingerie and undergarments was a waste because no one got to see it. And since she couldn't afford lingerie from Brodell, Agent Provocateur, Gia LaBruna, etc. I was being selfish for not sharing and so she felt like she deserved it more. So she wanted to show my things off to the people who would appreciate it online since I wouldn't and didn't. She took pictures with them to get more traffic. And apparently it was a hit since she got more followers, engagement, and was even getting

requests for sponsorship for more luxury item sellers on Instagram. The craziest part is that she was doing this for far longer than the two weeks that she was living with us. Some of the pictures were taken months ago. Can you imagine my shock that I've been basically sharing underwear with her for months? You can't imagine how this is messing with my mind. Also, her previous roommates evicted her for the exact same reason. She was stealing things from them and taking pictures with their things while pretending

that she's some jet setting trust fund kid. I'm not rich or even comfortable. I don't come from wealth. I just like certain things and I save and skimp for months or years to get the expensive luxury items I have. And I take very good care of my things. Her envy is very confusing to me since she actually comes from money. Not like trust fund money, but still money.

She still has the pictures on her Instagram, but Dave was able to get her to delete the ones that had my prayer rug. She refused to remove the other ones and honestly the most important thing for me was protecting what my family has protected for centuries. Dave seems to be truly genuine in his regrets. Also, it does help that he offered to replace all the things that she violated. He also broke up with her. Oh, and she's called me several times.

I've blocked her. And she even did an Insta-live on why I'm a massive B-word. Our next Reddit post comes from r slash amithajerk. Am I the jerk for cutting all contact with my family because of a prank? I'm a 27 year old woman and I've always had a complicated relationship with my family. They've always been the type of people who think that any joke is fine as long as someone laughs, no matter who gets hurt. Over the years, I've tried to brush it off and not let it bother me too much, but this time they crossed a line that I can't ignore. Recently, I achieved something big in my life.

I bought my first home after saving for years. It's something I worked incredibly hard for, sacrificing vacations, nights out, and basically anything extra to make it happen. I was beyond proud of myself and excited to finally have a place to call my own. Naturally, I wanted to share this milestone with my family, even though our relationship has always been rocky. A few nights ago, we had a family dinner to celebrate my new home. Everything seemed fine at first.

They congratulated me, asked me about the house, and seemed genuinely happy for me. But halfway through the night, my 30-year-old brother and 25-year-old sister handed me an envelope. They said it was a surprise to help me with the house. I opened it and inside was what looked like a legal notice stating that my house purchase had been cancelled because of a clerical error and that it was now being sold to someone else. It even had an official looking letterhead, my name and details about the house.

I was in complete shock. Everyone around the table started laughing and my brother yelled, gotcha! Turns out they had faked the letter and thought that it would be hilarious to see my reaction. I burst into tears, which only made them laugh harder. They even recorded the whole thing on their phones to post on social media. When I finally managed to speak, I told them how cruel this was. Buying this house was the biggest thing I've ever done, and they turned it into a joke at my expense. Their response?

You're too sensitive, it was just a prank. Lighten up. I left the dinner early, completely heartbroken. A few days later, I decided I'd had enough. This wasn't the first time they'd pulled a prank like this. Over the years, they've humiliated me countless times, ruining a job interview outfit by accidentally spilling coffee on it. Another time, they pretended to lose my dog just to see me panic. I cut off all contact. I didn't make a scene, I just stopped responding to messages, blocked them on social media, and declined invites to family events.

Now I'm getting guilt tripping messages from extended families saying that I'm being selfish and tearing the family apart. My mom even left me a voicemail crying about how much she misses me and begging me to come back. But I can't bring myself to forgive them. This prank felt like the final straw, and I don't. But I can't bring myself to forgive them. This prank felt like the final straw and I don't see how I can trust them again. Then one week later, OP posted an update. After I went no contact with my family, I thought they would eventually accept my decision and move on, but that hasn't been the case. For the past few weeks, my brother and sister have been trying to get me to see the funny side of their prank.

They showed up at my house uninvited multiple times, banging on the door demanding to talk to me. At first I ignored them, but it became clear they weren't going to stop. One evening, I caught them standing outside my house with their phones out, recording themselves while yelling things like, she can't take a joke and let's see how long she can hide. It felt more like harassment than an attempt to reconcile. The final straw came when I discovered my car had been egged overnight and my security camera caught my brother and sister doing it.

I confronted them through text, telling them they'd crossed a line and needed to stop. Their response? You're so dramatic, you're going to laugh about this one day. At this point, I realized I couldn't handle this on my own. I went to the police and filed a police report for harassment. They took my statement, reviewed the footage from my security camera, and agreed that this behavior was unacceptable. My siblings were contacted and warned to stay away

from me. Their reaction? More mocking messages calling me a snitch and accusing me of tearing the family apart. Some of my extended family members are siding with them, saying I should have just talked it out instead of involving the police. But others, especially those who have seen the footage, are horrified and fully support my decision. I feel a mix of relief and sadness. It's hard to accept that my own family could treat me this way, but I also feel safer knowing that I've taken steps to protect myself.

I'm focusing on building a new life in my home and surrounding myself with people who respect and support me. These aren't pranks, This is just straight up bullying. Proud of you for standing up for yourself, OP.