When the entitled Mitchells demanded that I remove some “garbage” from the garage of my late parents’ home, I begrudgingly complied. But a week later, once they realized the true value of those items, they called and begged me to return them. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to teach them a lesson.

I never thought selling my parents’ house would be this complicated. I mean, I had already spent weeks cleaning, organizing, and reliving memories I wasn’t quite ready to part with.

Then I got hit with a ridiculous request from the new owners. When I got the call from my realtor two days after the closing, I knew my work wasn’t done.