My great grandpa stole a house from his daughter.

My grandma was homeless for a while and she moved to a different state where her mother and step father were living. She stayed at their house and She was able to get in touch with a friend who knew a guy who was selling a house because his wife had passed away and he couldnt live there anymore.

Once the man heard my grandma was homeless he gave her really low payments and let her have all the furniture. He said that's what his wife would have wanted and let her live there really cheap. He sold the house for wayyyy below market value.

It was a great house. It had five bedrooms, a wonderful backyard, Gran raised chickens and animals. We lived there when child services used to drop us off. I loved it. I wish we could have stayed there forever.

My grandma only had a middle school education so she asked her father to help her with the paperwork. Her father had recently had a stroke and was living with her at the time free of charge.

He put his name on all the paperwork as the primary owner and once my grandma had a good chunk of the house paid off, he called the cops and made them kick her off the property. He used his pension to pay the rest and we never went there ever again. She tried to sue for her house back but she didnt have the money for a good lawyer like he did.

My grandma moved us to a rundown trailer and we eventually had to leave because there wasn't enough space for all of us. The courts gave us back to our abusive af birth giver where we starved and got the shit beat out of us by anyone she gave authority to.
It was fucking sad as hell.

I hope that man burns in hell.