I had been dating Ryan for six months. Since we were long-distance, we talked about the possibility of him moving in with me. It felt like the next logical step.

But I thought we’d **plan** it first.

Then, one morning, my phone rang.

“I bought the ticket,” Ryan said casually. “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

I sat up straight. “**TOMORROW**???”

“Yeah. To move in, like we talked about.” His voice was light, like this was just some minor detail.

Then he started to say, “And also…” but got distracted and hung up.

Something felt **off**. I wanted him to move in, but not **like this**—so sudden, so chaotic. But that was just the **beginning**.

The next day, a car pulled up outside my house.

I watched from the window, expecting to see **Ryan**. And I did.

But I also saw **his entire family.**

His **parents,** his **two nephews,** and even his **uncle**—all of them carrying **suitcases**.

My stomach dropped.

They piled out of the car like a **circus act**, stretching their legs, chatting loudly, looking around as if inspecting **their** new home.

And then they walked right up to my door—**and let themselves in.**

“Wow, nice place!” his mom said, nodding approvingly. “A little small, but we’ll make it work.”

Ryan’s **uncle** ran his hand along my wall. “Yeah, yeah, we should knock this down. Open up the space.”

His nephews ran through my **kitchen**, opening my fridge like they lived there. **His dad sat down on my couch and turned on my TV.**

My heart was **racing**. I pulled Ryan aside, my voice a harsh whisper. “**What the hell is going on?**”

He blinked at me like I had just asked why the sky was blue. “What do you mean?”

I gestured wildly at the people **flooding my house**. “Your family! Why are they **here?**”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “Yeah, so… about that. We kinda all lived together. And when I said I was moving, they figured they’d come, too. New start, y’know?”

**I nearly lost it.**

“Ryan. I asked **you** to move in. Not **your entire family!**”

He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Babe, what’s the big deal? Family sticks together. It’ll be fun.”

Fun??

I turned around and saw his **uncle opening my liquor cabinet**. His **mom inspecting my bedroom.** His **dad adjusting the thermostat.**

**I was losing my mind.**

And that’s when I decided: **he wasn’t moving in.**

**None of them were.**

So I turned back to Ryan and smiled sweetly. “You’re right, family **does** stick together.”

He grinned. “Exactly!”

“So,” I said, folding my arms, “you’ll all be leaving together.”

His smile faded. “Wait, what?”

I pointed at the door. “**Out.** All of you. Now.”

His mother gasped. His father sat up. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m **dead serious.**”

Ryan looked at me, betrayed. “You’d really kick me out over this?”

I nodded. “Yep. And I’m keeping my **locks changed.**”

Ten minutes later, they were **all gone**.

Ryan texted me later, calling me **selfish**. I blocked him.

Because I had been looking for a **partner**, not a **landlord for his entire family.**

And I have **zero regrets.**