When Mike’s parents offered us a house, we thought it was a dream come true. With three kids and a tight budget, any help was a blessing. But the house was far from ideal. “It’s miles away from the kids’ school and our jobs!” I told Mike. However, we agreed to make it work for our children.

The house needed extensive renovations, but we poured our savings into making it a home. “Think of it as a fresh start, kids,” Mike’s mom said. We updated the kitchen, wiring, and bathrooms, creating a comfortable home for our family.

Months later, Mike’s parents dropped a bombshell. They decided to sell their current house and buy a lakeside cabin, needing our house back to fund it. Despite having a gift letter, the lawyer informed us that the property was never legally transferred into our names. “The property was never legally transferred into your names,” he said. Mike was furious but suggested undoing the renovations, which I couldn’t bear.

We moved into a cramped apartment closer to the city, feeling betrayed. Despite the tight space, it felt like a fresh start, free from manipulation. When Mike’s parents struggled with the smart home system Mike set up, they pleaded for help, but we refused. “The house wasn’t right for us. We’re staying where we are,” Mike said firmly.

Living in the apartment wasn’t easy, but we found solace in our independence. “This isn’t going to be forever, Maria,” Mike promised. The experience taught us to be wary of gifts with strings attached.