My Dad Kicked Me out Because He and My Stepmom Had a Baby — Karma Quickly Taught Him a Lesson

Dad remarried when I was 15. His new wife, Linda, came with a daughter, Megan, who was 16 then. Later, Dad and Linda had a son, Jimmy, and just recently, they had a baby girl.

I remember the day Dad told me they were getting married. “Carla, I think it’s time I move on,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “Linda is good for us.”

“Us?” I asked, not sure how I felt about it.

“Yes, us. She has a daughter your age. It might be nice for you to have someone around.”

Linda moved in, and things were… different. Linda was kind but distant at first, but we managed. Megan and I grew very close over time. We became like sisters, sharing everything and helping each other through tough times.

When Jimmy was born, Linda became a stay-at-home mom. That’s when things really changed.

I started working when I turned 16. I wanted my own money, so I didn’t have to rely on Dad. I worked at the local grocery store, and it felt good to be independent. I saved up for my own clothes, school supplies, and little things I wanted.

One day, when I was 18, Dad called me into his “office.” “Carla, you’re an adult now,” he said, avoiding eye contact. “You need to start paying rent. It’s only $500, just a symbolic amount.”

I was shocked. “But, Dad, why? I’ve been saving for college.”

“It’s time to contribute,” he insisted. “You’ll still get food and other essentials.”

We argued, but in the end, I agreed. It was tough, but I managed.

Five months ago, everything changed again. Dad came to my room with Linda. “Carla, we need to talk,” he said, his voice firm. “Linda’s pregnant, and we need your room for the baby. You have two months to move out.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “What? You have two offices! Why can’t you use one of those?”

Linda looked apologetic but said nothing. Dad just repeated, “You need to move out.”

I felt like my world was falling apart again. I didn’t know what to do. I called my Aunt Lisa in tears. “Aunt Lisa, Dad is kicking me out. Can I stay with you?”

Aunt Lisa was furious. “Of course, you can stay with me. No rent needed. I’ll handle your father.”

The next day, Grandpa showed up at our house. He talked to Dad for a long time. I heard raised voices, but I couldn’t make out the words. Afterward, Grandpa came to me. “Carla, you have three choices,” he said gently. “You can stay here, move in with me and Grandma, or find your own place, and I’ll cover the rent.”

I was relieved but conflicted. I decided to stay for a bit longer, but things got worse. Dad and Linda became cold and distant. Even Megan noticed. “Why are they so mad at you?” she asked one night.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I just don’t know.”

Eventually, I told Grandpa I wanted to move out. I packed my things and moved into Grandpa’s rental unit. It was a cozy apartment, and Grandpa had thought of everything. There was a fridge, a stove, and all the essentials I needed. He even gave me a check for $15,000.

“This is to help you start on your own,” Grandpa said with a smile. “As long as you’re working or studying, you can live here rent-free.”

“Thank you, Grandpa,” I said, hugging him tightly. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

The first few weeks were a mix of emotions. I missed my family, especially Megan and Jimmy. But at the same time, I loved the feeling of independence. It was nice to have my own space and make my own decisions.

I had low contact with Dad and Linda. They didn’t call, and I didn’t visit.

One day, I decided to visit Aunt Lisa. I needed to talk to someone about my feelings. When I arrived, she welcomed me with open arms.

“Carla, it’s so good to see you,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay,” I replied. “It’s just… I miss them, you know?”

“I know, sweetheart,” she said softly. “But you have to do what’s best for you.”

As we talked, my cousin overheard us and laughed. “I bet Dad misses you because Grandpa is making him pay for kicking you out,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Grandpa owns the house, not Dad,” my cousin explained. “Grandpa is charging him rent and making him repay the $15,000 he gave you.”

I was stunned. “I had no idea,” I said, shaking my head. “I didn’t realize how much Grandpa had been supporting us.”

“Grandpa’s been helping a lot,” Aunt Lisa added. “He’s been subsidizing your Dad for years. And now, he’s making sure you’re taken care of too.”

It felt like everything clicked into place. Dad was struggling not because he missed me, but because Grandpa was making him pay for his actions. I felt a mix of anger and sadness. How could Dad do this to me?

I decided to visit Grandpa and Grandma. I needed to hear their side of the story. When I arrived, they welcomed me warmly.

“Carla, we’ve missed you,” Grandma said, hugging me tightly. “How’s the apartment?”

“It’s great, Grandma. Thank you so much,” I said. “But I need to know more about what’s going on with Dad.”

Grandpa sighed. “Your father has been relying on us financially for years,” he explained. “We’ve been helping with school, healthcare, and other expenses. When he kicked you out, it was the last straw.”

“I didn’t know,” I said quietly. “Why didn’t anyone tell me?”

“We didn’t want to burden you,” Grandpa said. “But you deserve to know the truth. Your father needs to learn responsibility, and this is the only way we can teach him.”

“But what about Megan and Jimmy?” I asked. “And the new baby?”

“They’ll be fine,” Grandpa reassured me. “We’re still helping them. We set up funds for all of you, including Megan. We want everyone to have the same opportunities.”

I felt a wave of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Grandpa,” I said. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

As I drove back to my apartment, I thought about everything I had learned. My heart ached for my siblings, but I knew I couldn’t go back. I needed to stay independent.

I decided I needed to maintain a relationship with my siblings, even if things were tense with Dad and Linda. Megan and I talked regularly. She would text me about her day, school, and everything in between.

A few days later, Dad called again. “Carla, let’s have dinner,” he suggested. “We need to talk.”

I agreed, hoping we could clear the air. We met at a quiet restaurant, and the tension was palpable.

“Carla, I’m sorry for everything,” Dad started. “I miss you. We all miss you.”

“Dad, I miss you too,” I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check. “But I can’t just come back like nothing happened.”

“I understand,” he said, looking down. “I didn’t realize how much I was relying on Grandpa. I’ve been trying to sort things out.”

“I appreciate that,” I said. “But I need you to respect my space. I’ll visit and stay in touch, but I can’t move back. It’s better for me this way.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding slowly. “We’ll make it work. Just don’t stay away too long.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

Dinner was a step in the right direction, but it was clear things wouldn’t be the same. I was determined to set boundaries and stick to them.

Reflecting on everything, I felt a deep gratitude for my grandparents. Without them, I would have been lost. Grandpa’s tough love with Dad was necessary, and I respected him even more for it. Grandma’s gentle support had been a constant comfort.

One evening, I sat with Grandpa and Grandma, talking about the future. “I want to finish college and start my career,” I said. “You both have done so much for me. I want to make you proud.”

“You already make us proud,” Grandpa said, his eyes twinkling. “Just keep working hard, and you’ll do great things.”

“Remember, we’re always here for you,” Grandma added. “No matter what.”

I hugged them both, feeling incredibly lucky. Their support had given me the strength to move forward.