If anyone will find this is up there alley let me know . I’m currently writing it and it should be done early 2026.
The Villain’s Debt – A Raw Memoir of Rage, Boundaries, and Breaking Points
What it’s about (in the author’s own unfiltered voice):
I’m a working-class dad of five, current general laborer 1099 worker from spring to late fall at my brothers remodeling company., and the sole provider in a house that’s been colonized by my wife’s dysfunctional family for over a decade. For ten years I played the “Good Guy”—working double shifts, walking miles in freezing wind, letting relatives move in rent-free, cleaning up their messes (literal and figurative), all while being labeled controlling, an asshole, the villain—for simply wanting boundaries, peace, and a life that belonged to my kids and me.
But four days ago, on December 26, 2025, that Good Guy died.
Something snapped—security-camera footage of a freeloading screaming obscenities at my severely autistic daughter was the final straw—and now the “Bad Guy” is awake. The ground is frozen, money is gone, winter depression is crushing, and the bill for ten years of being the family’s unpaid safety net is overdue. This book is the story of how I got here, and what happens when a man who’s been holding up a rotten roof finally decides to let it fall.
You’ll witness:
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The relentless daily grind of raising five kids, including a daughter with severe autism and ADHD—school mornings that feel like combat missions, IEP meetings that lie to your face, after-school meltdowns in a car full of chaos, and a public school system that sends her home soiled and overstimulated while patting itself on the back for “inclusion.”
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Bone-deep financial desperation: negative bank balances, scraping change for gas, borrowing from a 14-year-old’s Christmas money, a $900/month car payment that’s a monument to misplaced trust.
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The slow invasion of “family” who treat your home like a free hotel, landfill, and ATM—untrained dogs ruining carpets and Christmas trees, junk hoarded in the garage, and the hypocrisy of able-bodied adults who contribute nothing yet demand everything.
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Flashbacks to how it all started: falling in love, early red flags ignored, the first evictions, and the catastrophic 2018 “Washington Plan” that left us homeless, living in a crammed PT Cruiser, dodging police spotlights in Walmart parking lots, and nearly losing everything to a lie sold by the same people now living rent-free again for the last 7 months.
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Dark humor amid the pain (a starving kid biting into a stolen hot pepper and screaming “SPICY!” becomes a rare moment of laughter in a month of hell).
This is not a polished redemption story—yet. It’s raw, furious, and in progress. It’s for anyone who’s ever:
- Been the family’s unpaid rescuer while watching your own life collapse
- Fought the special-needs parenting war alone against schools, sensory overload, and exhaustion
- Felt the slow boil of rage when “family obligation” becomes slow execution
- Wondered how much more you can take before you finally say “enough” and become the villain they always accused you of being
If you’ve lived any version of this—blue-collar grind, enmeshed toxic family, autism/ADHD parenting trenches, poverty survival—this book will feel like someone finally telling the truth out loud.
The story isn’t finished. The “Bad Guy” is just waking up, and spring 2026 is coming. Whatever happens next—eviction notices, burned bridges, hard-won peace, or something messier—will be on these pages.
Perfect for readers of:
The Glass Castle, Educated, Maid, Hillbilly Elegy, and I’m Glad My Mom Died—but from a dad’s perspective, with zero filter and a whole lot of justified rage.
Watch this space. The bill is coming due.
by Adventurous_slave7