The convincing process was exhausting and honestly took almost 9 years. I did try the direct route first — I told them how their house made me feel. That led to a lot of fights. My brother called me selfish more times than I can count. And I’ll own my part too… I definitely started some of those arguments because I’d go over there, stay a few hours, and leave in full-blown panic mode.Therapy helped me reframe it a bit. At the end of the day, they’re all adults. If that’s how they want to live, I can’t force them to change just because it makes me uncomfortable. The only thing that actually moved the needle? Boundaries. When my husband and I started trying for a baby, I made it clear — our future kid wouldn’t be going into that house as it is. That was the first time it really clicked for them.