I was fine with being horrible to my brother, I mean, someone had to teach him a lesson. But when I went upstairs to tell Nina about everything that had happened on the phone, she was highly frustrated.

“Jer, you can’t be serious,” she said as I sat down on the bed across her.

“I’m going to fix it. I promise you, Nina. I’ll make this right. But I’m going to teach him a lesson first.”

“Well, I don’t want to be here for it. You have a week. Get him out, or I’ll stay gone,” she said.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“I’m going to my sister’s house, Jeremy. I can’t stand your brother, and I will not stay here while he’s here,” she said, packing a suitcase as she spoke.

“I’ll make this right, my love,” I promised her.

For the next week, I made Ted’s life a waking nightmare without ever raising my voice. And with Nina gone, I had a bigger incentive to get him out.

The first thing I did was disconnect the Wi-Fi. Ted, who spent most of his days glued to his phone or binge-watching shows on the TV, was completely lost.

He complained, but I just smiled.

“Oh, the internet? Yeah, it’s been spotty.”

Next, I shut off the hot water. Ted loved his long, lazy showers, but now he was greeted with ice-cold water every morning.

“Must be something wrong with the plumbing,” I’d say innocently when he whined about it.

Then, there was the food.

I stocked the fridge with nothing but tofu, vegetables, and the healthiest food I could find. Ted hated anything that wasn’t greasy or fried. And now, every time he opened the fridge, he groaned like I was starving him.

“You’re family, right?” I’d say. “I’m sure you can deal with a little inconvenience. But it’s for my health, so you’ll be fine.”

To top it all off, I started blasting music at 6 a.m. every day while I had my treadmill session in the gym room. I figured if Ted wasn’t going to contribute to the household, the least he could do was get up early.

He hated it all, of course. And by day five, he looked like he was on the verge of losing his mind.

“Jeremy, man, this is BS,” Ted said one morning, his voice filled with frustration. “I can’t stay here. How do you live like this? No Wi-Fi, no hot water, and no food I enjoy. This is torture.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I thought you’d be grateful to stay, Ted. It’s not like you’re paying rent or contributing anything. What’s the problem?”

He grumbled something under his breath, clearly fuming.

“Forget it, I’m going back to Mom and Dad’s.”

As he stormed out, dragging his junk with him, I couldn’t help but smile.

But I wasn’t done yet. I cleaned the house top to bottom, went out to get proper groceries, and cooked Nina a good meal. I had already called her during the day and told her that Ted was gone.

“Come home, honey,” I said.

“I’ll see you later,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

While waiting for Nina to shower, I knew that there was just one more thing to do.

“Mom, Dad,” I said on the phone. “Ted’s out of my house. And he won’t be coming back again. He’s your problem again.”

My mother was furious.

“Jeremy, you can’t just kick him out! Where will he go?”

“That’s up to Ted, Mom. He’s 42. If you guys want to keep coddling him, go ahead. But I’m done.”

After that, I heard that Ted moved back into my parents’ house, but they demanded that he transform the garage into his own space. They forced him to get a job.

Ted was upset, of course, so they blamed it all on me. But I was fine with that. Nina and I had our home back, and we were at peace.