So I smiled and said, “Alright, Jess.
You can have it. Hope it serves you well.”
Of course, I had no intention of letting her get away with it. My Secret Weapon
Later that night, Gabi reminded me of something crucial:
“Dustin, you installed a GPS and camera in the car.
If she’s lying, check the footage.”
I logged in—and what I saw left me speechless.
There was Jessica, behind the wheel, driving recklessly while Tom sat beside her. Their conversation was chilling.
“Dustin really did a lot with this car. We could flip it for a good amount.
That’ll cover the kids’ new jungle gym,” Jessica said.
Tom agreed without hesitation. They hadn’t taken it because of a breakdown. They wanted to sell it for profit.
Turning the Tables
Armed with receipts for every upgrade and the video evidence, I went straight to a lawyer.
Together, we drafted a formal letter demanding Jessica either sign over the title or face legal consequences. A few days later, Jessica stormed into my house again, letter in hand, furious.
“What the hell is this, Dustin?”
I stayed calm. “Simple.
Sign the title over, or I take this to court.
And when the rest of the family learns you tried to sell my car for backyard equipment, good luck explaining that.”
Her face turned pale. She knew she was cornered. After some tense silence, she reluctantly agreed.
I even had her sign a document stating she had no future claims on the car.
“I can’t believe you went to a lawyer,” she said bitterly. “You left me no choice,” I replied.
The Lesson
Now the car is legally mine, and I still drive it with pride. To outsiders, it may just look like an old restored vehicle.
But to me, it represents boundaries, hard work, and the moment I finally stopped letting my sister walk all over me just because she was older.
As Gabi asked me over dinner one night, “Happy now?”
I grinned. “More than you know. Jess finally learned she can’t take advantage of me anymore.”
