Meanwhile, Brandon and Sierra are experiencing their own crisis. Brandon finally recognized that being a content producer isn’t a career when you have 247 followers and your main content is about Fortnite. He tried looking for actual jobs, but professional gamer unofficial does not sound good on a resume.
Sierra’s sorority friends found out about everything since she shared it on her private story, which has roughly 200 followers. They’re now everyone chatting about how her luxury bags were most likely fakes and that her father isn’t genuinely wealthy. She’s having a complete identity crisis.
But the real drama began when Tracy attempted her final desperate move. She waited until I was at work before attempting to rearrange some things in the house. By reorganizing, I mean she attempted to take some of my mother’s old jewels which my grandparents had left for me.
Unfortunately for her, I had previously installed surveillance cameras following the eviction notice. Thanks again, Reddit, for the advice. I caught her on film trying to put my mother’s antique necklaces into her trashy Michael Kors purse.
I called the cops. I filed a report. I showed them the footage.
Tracy tried to explain to the police officer that she was only moving jewelry that didn’t belong to her. Her phony tears didn’t work this time, most likely because her mascara wasn’t even running. Waterproof makeup completely undermines the dramatic impact.
The officer, an elderly woman, took one look at the scene and was not having it, especially when Tracy tried to play the but family card. Attempting to steal from the legal owner of this house isn’t a family matter. I haven’t filed charges yet because having something on file for the eviction case is better.
My lawyer was delighted. Speaking of the eviction, remember how Tracy used to talk about her investment accounts and how she was independently wealthy before dating my father? It turns out that was all BS.
She has nowhere to go and is in complete panic. She tried calling my father’s sister for assistance, but my aunt, who never liked Tracy, simply forwarded her a link to apartment ads in the shady section of town. I felt awful for a moment until I remembered Tracy inadvertently donating my mother’s Christmas ornaments to Goodwill.
The best worst part. My father finally grew a spine. Kind of.
He told Tracy that if she does not go gently, he will not accompany her. It turns out that even he was tired of her toxic BS after 12 years. I will notify you when they leave.
Final update. So after the entire jewelry theft attempt, Tracy realized she was in trouble. Tracy, on the other hand, felt compelled to make the most spectacular exit imaginable.
The day before the final eviction deadline, she attempts one last power play, calls this a family meeting, lmao, what family, and walks in wearing her phony Chanel suit with the evident wrong pattern, which she claims is vintage. She has a full speech planned about how she’s choosing to leave because she can’t take the negativity or whatever. Tracy begins this monologue by explaining how she is taking the high road.
When did getting legally evicted become an honorable act? Then she drops what she believes is her trump card. “Your father and I have decided to move to Florida.
We just bought a beautiful house in Tampa, much nicer than this old place.”
First and foremost, they did not make any purchases. I honestly saw her GoFundMe for Family and Crisis Needs Housing, which received exactly $43 in donations. The majority came from her multi-level marketing group.
Second, my father wasn’t even present for this news. He was in a hotel. It turns out that witnessing your wife try to steal your deceased wife’s valuables is quite depressing.
While Tracy is doing her faux elegant exit speech, the movers I hired arrive. Specifically in the midst of her. “This house was beneath me anyway,” diet tribe.
There are these gigantic dudes coming in with crates and dollies. Tracy’s face does that odd frozen thing again. Botox with wrath equals comedic gold.
She began shouting about how she wasn’t prepared and needed more time to organize her items. The head mover guy shouts out to Mike, “You’re a real one,” looks at her and says, “Ma’am, we have strict instructions. Everything gets packed and moved to your storage unit today.
If you want your stuff, you’ll need to take it up with the court.”
Y’all, she lost it. Full nuclear meltdown. Started snatching random items, claiming they were family heirlooms, including my mother’s ceramic bowl, which she had wanted to throw away last year.
Sierra’s upset because her Tik Tok backdrop has been wrecked. Brandon is having a panic attack because he cannot disconnect his gaming equipment quickly enough. But this is the finest part.
Tracy used to brag about her designer items. Vintage bags and expensive clothing. The movers begin packing it and half the labels practically come off.
While all of this is going on, I’m sitting on my couch having coffee at home and watching them scramble. I posted a couple updates to my private tail and suddenly all these individuals from high school are sliding into my direct messages like, “OMG, I always knew she was fake.”
Final inventory of items they attempted to steal on their way out. Three of my mother’s necklaces, captured on camera.
My grandmother’s china set, also on camera. The nice coffee maker. I purchased it with my Starbucks money.
Every single towel in the house. A strange flex, but okay. The garage door opener.
Really? But you know what? They can keep the towels.
I’ve already purchased new extremely excellent ones that Tracy would have complained were too expensive while spending $500 on her false designer items. What about the actual eviction? Chef’s kiss.
They had to complete the walkthrough with the sheriff’s deputy, which was a typical process, but more fulfilling. Tracy tried to claim that I damaged her belongings during the relocation. The deputy simply pointed at my security cameras and asked if she wanted to file a fake report.
She shut up quickly. So, where are they now? Tracy and my father are staying in her sister’s two-bedroom apartment in the next town over.
Apparently, it’s not working well, as her sister wrote on Facebook about ungrateful house guests who don’t do dishes. Brandon had to sell his gaming equipment to put down a deposit on a room in a shady house share. He’s currently working at GameStop, which could be beneficial to him.
Sierra moved in with her sorority sisters, but it only lasted a week until they became tired of her sobbing. Now, she commutes 2 hours to college from her mother’s sister’s house. Her most recent Tik Tok is about being humbled, but she’s still being rationed in the comments.
As for me, the house is so quiet now. Like strangely peaceful. There will be no more odors of imitation luxury perfume everywhere.
No more passive aggressive notes about properly loading the dishwasher. No more 3:00 a.m. screaming from Brandon’s gaming sessions.
I converted his previous room into my home office, which is already furnished with genuine designer items because I can afford it now that I am not paying for their groceries. Sierra’s room is becoming my ideal closet. Tracy’s meditation room, where she spent the day watching Real Housewives, is now my yoga studio.
Dad calls occasionally. He’s living with Tracy for now, but really, he seems exhausted. I believe he has finally realized what everyone else knew 12 years ago.
He married a gold digger who isn’t even skilled at gold digging. Was I overly harsh? Maybe.
Do I regret it? Nope. They screwed around.
They discovered it. It turns out that Karma doesn’t care about your faux Gucci slides. My mom’s best friend, Elise, is currently renting one of the spare rooms.
So, I’m not alone in this large house. She’s teaching me all of Mom’s old recipes and helping me replace things Tracy threw away over the years. Sometimes excellent things emerge from horrible situations.
Thank you for following this adventure. Reddit, you guys truly help me stay strong during this, especially the legal council. You guys rock.
Edit: Holy crap. This is the end. Thank you for all of your help throughout this wild adventure.
You guys are fantastic. Edit two. Please stop requesting me to post security camera footage.
I’m not trying to be blacklisted. Lol. Final edit.
Yes, this is true. No, I will not prove it due to privacy concerns. And sure, I am in treatment.
