I got a call from my late dad’s neighbor saying, “Can you do something about your tenants?” Tenants? I never rented out his house! I drove to the next town to check – and was shocked. Turns out, my husband had been renting it to his buddies behind my back. I couldn’t believe it. That house meant so much to me. In that moment, I decided this wasn’t something I could ignore. It wasn’t just about the house—it was about trust.
When I confronted him later that evening, he tried to brush it off as a “temporary favor” for friends. But seeing strangers living in my childhood home without my consent was deeply upsetting. I calmly explained how important the property was to me and how hurt I felt that he made that decision without even talking to me. Instead of arguing, I chose a more responsible path: I contacted a lawyer to understand my rights.
