My Landlord Kicked Us Out for a Week So His Brother Could Stay In the House We Rent

When Nancy’s landlord demanded she and her three daughters vacate their rental home for a week, she thought life couldn’t get worse. But a surprise meeting with the landlord’s brother revealed a shocking betrayal.

Our house isn’t much, but it’s ours. The floors creak with every step, and the paint in the kitchen is peeling so badly that I’ve started calling it “abstract art.”

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An old house | Source: Pexels

Still, it’s home. My daughters, Lily, Emma, and Sophie, make it feel that way, with their laughter and the little things they do that remind me why I push so hard.

Money was always on my mind. My job as a waitress barely covered our rent and bills. There was no cushion, no backup plan. If something went wrong, I didn’t know what we’d do.

The phone rang the next day while I was hanging out laundry to dry.

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A woman hanging laundry | Source: Pexels

“Hello?” I answered, tucking the phone between my ear and shoulder.

“Nancy, it’s Peterson.”

His voice made my stomach tighten. “Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson. Is everything okay?”

“I need you out of the house for a week,” he said, as casually as if he were asking me to water his plants.

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“What?” I froze, a pair of Sophie’s socks still in my hands.

“My brother’s coming to town, and he needs a place to stay. I told him he could use your house.”

I thought I must’ve misheard him. “Wait—this is my home. We have a lease!”

“Don’t start with that lease nonsense,” he snapped. “Remember when you were late on rent last month? I could’ve kicked you out then, but I didn’t. You owe me.”

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An angry man talking on his phone | Source: Freepik

I gripped the phone tighter. “I was late by one day,” I said, my voice shaking. “My daughter was sick. I explained that to you—”

“Doesn’t matter,” he interrupted. “You’ve got till Friday to get out. Be gone, or maybe you won’t come back at all.”

“Mr. Peterson, please,” I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

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An expressive woman talking | Source: Pexels

“Not my problem,” he said coldly, and then the line went dead.

I sat on the couch, staring at the phone in my hand. My heart pounded in my ears, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Lily, my oldest, asked from the doorway, her eyes filled with concern.

I forced a smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. Go play with your sisters.”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Pexels

But it wasn’t nothing. I had no savings, no family nearby, and no way to fight back. If I stood up to Peterson, he’d find an excuse to evict us for good.

By Thursday night, I’d packed what little we could carry into a few bags. The girls were full of questions, but I didn’t know how to explain what was happening.

“We’re going on an adventure,” I told them, trying to sound cheerful.

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A woman packing together with her daughter | Source: Pexels

“Is it far?” Sophie asked, clutching Mr. Floppy to her chest.

“Not too far,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

The hostel was worse than I expected. The room was tiny, barely big enough for the four of us, and the walls were so thin we could hear every cough, every creak, every loud voice from the other side.

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A woman in a hostel | Source: Freepik

“Mama, it’s noisy,” Emma said, pressing her hands over her ears.

“I know, sweetie,” I said softly, stroking her hair.

Lily tried to distract her sisters by playing I Spy, but it didn’t work for long. Sophie’s little face crumpled, and tears started streaming down her cheeks.

“Where’s Mr. Floppy?” she cried, her voice breaking.

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A crying child | Source: Pexels

My stomach sank. In the rush to leave, I’d forgotten her bunny.

“He’s still at home,” I said, my throat tightening.

“I can’t sleep without him!” Sophie sobbed, clutching my arm.

I wrapped her in my arms and held her close, whispering that it would be okay. But I knew it wasn’t okay.

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A woman hugging her crying child | Source: Freepik

That night, as Sophie cried herself to sleep, I stared at the cracked ceiling, feeling completely helpless.

By the fourth night, Sophie’s crying hadn’t stopped. Every sob felt like a knife to my heart.

“Please, Mama,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I want Mr. Floppy.”

I held her tightly, rocking her back and forth.

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A crying girl | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll get him,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.

I didn’t know how, but I had to try.

I parked down the street, my heart pounding as I stared at the house. What if they didn’t let me in? What if Mr. Peterson was there? But Sophie’s tear-streaked face wouldn’t leave my mind.

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A thoughtful woman in front of her house | Source: Midjourney

I took a deep breath and walked up to the door, Sophie’s desperate “please” echoing in my ears. My knuckles rapped against the wood, and I held my breath.

The door opened, and a man I’d never seen before stood there. He was tall, with a kind face and sharp green eyes.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking puzzled.

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A man in front of his house | Source: Midjourney

“Hi,” I stammered. “I—I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m the tenant here. My daughter left her stuffed bunny inside, and I was hoping I could grab it.”

He blinked at me. “Wait. You live here?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a lump form in my throat. “But Mr. Peterson told us we had to leave for a week because you were staying here.”

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A sad woman in the doorway | Source: Pexels

His brows furrowed. “What? My brother said the place was empty and ready for me to move in for a bit.”

I couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “It’s not empty. This is my home. My kids and I are crammed into a hostel across town. My youngest can’t sleep because she doesn’t have her bunny.”

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A sad young woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

His face darkened, and for a second, I thought he was angry at me. Instead, he muttered, “That son of a…” He stopped himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice softer now. “I had no idea. Come in, and we’ll find the bunny.”

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A serious young man opening his door | Source: Midjourney

He stepped aside, and I hesitated before walking in. The familiar smell of home hit me, and my eyes burned with tears I refused to let fall. Jack—he introduced himself as Jack—helped me search Sophie’s room, which looked untouched.

“Here he is,” Jack said, pulling Mr. Floppy from under the bed.

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A pink stuffed bunny under a bed | Source: Midjourney

I held the bunny close, imagining Sophie’s joy. “Thank you,” I said, my voice trembling.

“Tell me everything,” Jack said, sitting on the edge of Sophie’s bed. “What exactly did my brother say to you?”

I hesitated but told him everything: the call, the threats, the hostel. He listened quietly, his jaw tightening with every word.

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A couple talking | Source: Midjourney

When I finished, he stood and pulled out his phone. “This isn’t right,” he said.

“Wait—what are you doing?”

“Fixing this,” he said, dialing.

The conversation that followed was heated, though I could only hear his side.

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A serious man on his phone | Source: Pexels

“You kicked a single mom and her kids out of their home? For me?” Jack’s voice was sharp. “No, you’re not getting away with this. Fix it now, or I will.”

He hung up and turned to me. “Pack your things at the hostel. You’re coming back tonight.”

I blinked, not sure I’d heard him right. “What about you?”

“I’ll find somewhere else to stay,” he said firmly. “I can’t stay here after what my brother pulled. And he’ll cover your rent for the next six months.”

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A smiling man talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

That evening, Jack helped us move back in. Sophie lit up when she saw Mr. Floppy, her little arms clutching the bunny like a treasure.

“Thank you,” I told Jack as we unpacked. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I couldn’t let you stay there another night,” he said simply.

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A young child holding her toy | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few weeks, Jack kept showing up. He fixed the leaky faucet in the kitchen. One night, he brought over groceries.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I said, feeling overwhelmed.

“It’s nothing,” he said with a shrug. “I like helping.”

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A man with groceries | Source: Pexels

The girls adored him. Lily asked for his advice on her science project. Emma roped him into board games. Even Sophie warmed up to him, offering Mr. Floppy a “hug” for Jack to join their tea party.

I started to see more of the man behind the kind gestures. He was funny, patient, and genuinely cared about my kids. Eventually, our dinners together blossomed into a romance.

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A couple on a date night | Source: Pexels

One evening several months later, as we sat on the porch after the girls had gone to bed, Jack spoke quietly.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said, looking out into the yard.

“About what?”

“I don’t want you and the girls to ever feel like this again. No one should be scared of losing their home overnight.”

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A young man talking to his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney

His words hung in the air.

“I want to help you find something permanent,” he continued. “Will you marry me?”

I was stunned. “Jack… I don’t know what to say. Yes!”

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A marriage proposal | Source: Pexels

A month later, we moved into a beautiful little house Jack found for us. Lily had her own room. Emma painted hers pink. Sophie ran to hers, holding Mr. Floppy like a shield.

As I tucked Sophie in that night, she whispered, “Mama, I love our new home.”

“So do I, baby,” I said, kissing her forehead.

A woman tucking her daughter in | Source: Midjourney

A woman tucking her daughter in | Source: Midjourney

Jack stayed for dinner that night, helping me set the table. As the girls chattered, I looked at him and knew: he wasn’t just our hero. He was family.

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Macaulay Culkin removed his parents from his foundation at age 15: his father disowned him years later

Even though Macaulay Culkin rose to fame as a child, his career took a turn for the worse when his parents divorced and started arguing about who would be in charge of Macaulay Culkin’s wealth and profession.

Macaulay Culkin let a lawyer handle the matter and took his parents’ names out of his foundation trust. His father declared years later that Macaulay Culkin was no longer his son.

On August 26, 1980, Macaulay Carson Culkin was born in New York. He is the son of Patricia Brentrup and former Broadway performer Christopher Cornelius “Kit” Culkin. But his parents have never tied the knot.

The third of seven children is Macaulay. Along with his sister Quinn, he has two brothers who are also actors: Kieran and Rory. At the tender age of four, Macaulay made his stage debut in the musical performance of “Bach Babies.”

As a young age, he started pursuing the performing arts. He trained at Balanchine’s American Ballet School and had several television commercial appearances.

In 1988, he made his screen debut in the drama “Rocket Gibraltar.” The next year, he made appearances in “See You in the Morning” and “Uncle Buck.”

His breakthrough performance was as Kevin McCallister in the comedy “Home Alone” in 1990. Due to the film’s widespread success, Macaulay overnight rose to prominence.

He received nominations for a Golden Globe, an American Comedy Award, and a Young Artist Award for his performance. He returned to the role in the global hit “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York” in 1992.

He starred in multiple popular movies, including “My Girl” (1991), “The Good Son” (1993), and a motion picture adaptation of “The Nutcracker” (1993).

He starred in “Getting Even with Dad,” “The Pagemaster,” and “Richie Rich” the following year. He wanted to lead a regular life after becoming weary of acting after the last movie.

His parents divorced in 1995, sparking a protracted custody dispute that lasted for two years. At this time, Macaulay—who was now the highest-paid child star—made the decision to hold off on accepting any additional jobs until after his parents’ custody battle was resolved.

After being together for more than 20 years, Macaulay’s parents, Kit and Brentrup, separated in 1995 when he was just 14 years old.

His managers were also the actor’s parents. They began bickering after their split over how to raise their kids and handle Macaulay’s rising profession.

Kit and Brentrup received a 15% commission on Macaulay’s profits while overseeing him. Macaulay’s profits were expected to be $50 million by 1990.

Because Kit was allegedly abusive, unfaithful, and had abandoned Macaulay and his siblings, Brentrup petitioned for temporary custody of Macaulay and his siblings in June 1995.

She was worried that Kit’s actions might turn off prospective workers who wished to resume working with their kids. But Kit wanted co-management and joint custody with Brentrup, while Brentrup asked for sole custody.

Kit was accused by the producers of blackmail, extortion, and harassment. He had such a terrible reputation that people referred to him as the “Stage Father from Hell.”

In “The Good Son,” Kit had threatened to cut Macaulay from the follow-up film “Home Alone” unless he was given a significant role. Producers and filmmakers reconsidered hiring Macaulay and his siblings after learning about the controversy involving his father.

Macaulay disclosed that he and his siblings declined to accompany their father throughout the custody dispute. He believed his father to be a pitiful individual.

Macaulay, watching his parents battle in court, acted impartially and decided to take Kit and Brentrup out of his trust fund. He said:

“I found an executor, someone who would handle my finances, and I legally removed my parents’ names from my trust fund.”

He feels that this decision pushed their custody battle to a much quicker conclusion, even though the press has misconstrued it. Take note that in the end, custody went to Brentrup.

Following the protracted struggle, Macaulay’s father—who passed away in January 2014 while preparing dinner—had nothing nice to say about him. He declared:

“I no longer consider him to be a son.”

Following their split, Kit made the decision to relocate to the west with his girlfriend Jeanette Krylowski. In addition, he accepted that he would never see his kids again.

Macaulay’s fatherhood began on April 5, 2021. Dakota Song Culkin is the son he and his fiancée Brenda Song welcomed into their family in Los Angeles.

Dakota, Macaulay’s sister, passed away in an automobile accident on December 9, 2008, at the age of 29. Their son bears her name. On the “Changeland” set in Thailand, Macaulay and Song first got together.

Macaulay announced that he and the former Disney Channel actress were prepared to start a family a year after they first started dating. In 1998, he wed actress Rachel Miner before he began dating Song. In 2002, following two years of separation, they got divorced.

We’ve seen more of Macaulay’s return to the spotlight in recent years. He declared on Twitter in October 2021 that he will not be part of the Disney+ revival of “Home Alone.”

Macaulay wore a colorful costume when she walked the Gucci Love Parade runway in November 2021 on Hollywood Boulevard.

He was dressed in vibrant floral bomber jacket over Hawaiian shirt and wide-leg camel beige slacks. Macaulay flashed his cream-colored Gucci double G leather belt, hands tucked into his pockets.

He accessorized his retro vacation ensemble with caramel-colored, 1970s-style sunglasses and clogs.

Although it’s common for fans to see their idols walk the catwalk, Macaulay surprised them by sharing the podium with Jodie Turner-Smith and Jared Leto.

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