Wrote a note, then handed it to her with a calm smile. The note read: “Please leave my property immediately, or I will call the police.”
Her face turned a deep shade of red, but she didn’t move. “You can’t just throw me out like this! Your grandma and I were close! She promised me things!”
I kept my composure and replied, “Ma’am, I’m sorry if there was any misunderstanding, but my grandma’s will is clear, and you are not mentioned in it. Everything she left is now legally mine.”
She huffed and puffed, but still refused to budge from my porch. I decided to up the ante. “You know what, let me show you something,” I said, leading her to the backyard.
There, I pointed to a tall, old tree. “See that tree? My grandma planted it when she first moved in. She used to tell me stories about how it grew alongside our family. That tree is a part of this property, just like everything else. Just like the house, it’s all legally mine now.”
The entitled lady narrowed her eyes. “So what? You think a tree will stop me from getting what I deserve?”
I shook my head. “No, but the law will. And if you continue to harass me, I won’t hesitate to involve the authorities. This is trespassing, and you’re not entitled to anything here. Now, if you don’t leave, I will call the police.”
She finally seemed to realize that I wasn’t bluffing. Her expression softened a bit, but the defiance was still there. “Fine, but this isn’t over. I’ll be back with proof!”
“Please do,” I said, handing her another piece of paper. This one contained the contact information for my lawyer. “You can direct any further inquiries to my legal representative. Now, I believe it’s time for you to go.”
She snatched the paper from my hand and stomped off, muttering under her breath. As she disappeared from view, I let out a sigh of relief. I hoped that would be the end of it, but I prepared myself for any further confrontations.
The following week, I received a letter from her lawyer, claiming she had been promised items by my grandma. My lawyer handled it swiftly, sending a detailed response that refuted her claims and included a copy of the will.
A few days later, I saw the entitled lady again, but this time she was subdued. She didn’t approach my house. Instead, she walked past it, avoiding eye contact. I could only assume she had received the same reality check I had given her, but through official channels.
From that day on, she never tried to claim anything again. My life slowly returned to normal, and I focused on honoring my grandma’s memory by taking care of her house and garden.
I learned a valuable lesson from the ordeal: people will sometimes feel entitled to things they have no right to, but standing firm and knowing your rights is crucial. My grandma had always been a strong woman, and in dealing with “that entitled lady,” I found a bit of that strength within myself.
