For context: I (M 20) have been dating my girlfriend (F 22) for 2 years now, and we have been living together for about a year and a half (that's a whole other story). Back in 2020, right after covid hit, her parents house got struck by lightning and busted up their ac unit right before the Georgia summer hit. Their solution was to move in with us while they got the house fixed up. I am also ADHD and my girlfriend has chronic fatigue due to Mono she had when she was younger. Also, I apologize about the way this is formatted, I failed English 1101 3 times, (this a key note for later also)

So, my girlfriend goes to college, and had a scholarship that pays the majority of the tuition. To pay the rest, her parents own 2 businesses, a bar and a liquor store, and they pay for the rest of her school with some of the money they make. This was their decision to do, they could've let her pay the rest of the 8k/year with student loans, but they made the decision to pay themselves. Her father also is really bad with money, buying all sorts of random shit like 3 decommissioned firetruck, an ambulance, at least 8 cars of varying age, 7 properties, and just a bunch of random junk. I lived with my girlfriend in one of those properties because they offered me a job to work for my rent until I could get back on my feet.

Last May, her father bought 2 properties across the street from where we were at, and one of those he was planning to have us move into, which I thought was very kind. What I found out however, the whole place needed to be renovated from the bottom up, and he refused to hire somebody to fix it up. I have 0 experience with building/renovating because that's not something my father thought I would want to do with my life (I'm a computer science major). I begrudgingly began work for a couple months but every step of the way, her dad would tell me I did something wrong instead of giving me much needed guidance. He even yelled at me when work on the house slowed down thanks to burnout and no idea where to go next with the work.

In October, he went on a vacation and came back with covid. He got the whole family infected excluding me, for some reason. Due to this, I took necessary protocol, and told her family to stay home while I ran the liquor store along with their other employee for that weekend. Her father still showed up and talked with customers even though he was sick. I worked 10 hour shifts 3 days in a row to ensure that the business stayed afloat. Then a week later, her father admitted himself to the hospital and intubated. It should be noted that he was a hard-core antivaxxer, and he nearly died in the hospital. We all thought, maybe he'd be a bit nicer once he was awake from his coma. However, when he woke up, my girlfriend and I visited him, and he was asking about how the liquor store and bar were doing and that's it. No thank you to me, or some sort of appreciation for keeping the business going on my own free will. I was furious, but I held my tongue.

I picked up a job in December because his money complaints were becoming unbearable, so to make him shut his yap for even just a second, I started paying for my rent instead of working under his rule. One night, he sat me and my girlfriend down and started ripping into me for leaving the liquor store before the holiday season (even though I worked at the store and at my job for my last 2 weeks at the liquor store and everyone was fine with me going) and getting onto me for the lack of progress on the house. He even pulled the "kids these days don't wanna work, they just wanna feed off the system and be lazy" and I started mumbling to myself about how I'm a fuck up and all this shit because I can't focus on one thing, which he heard and responded with "and who's fault is that?", even though I was working nearly full time, plus school full time, while also trying to work on the house with no assistance and keeping myself sane. That was the last straw, I started screaming about how I was so stretched thin because he expected way too much out of my 20 year old self. He nearly assaulted me, and even talked about how much he wanted to hurt me because of my reaction.

Tensions were high and I decided I wanted to get out. My parents are more than happy to take me and my girlfriend until we can get on our feet, and we decided to take their offer. We broke the news yesterday and he responded to my girlfriend, saying how disappointed he was that she was running away with a "worthless piece of shit with no work ethic". I didn't let that bother me because he's a fucking narcissistic prick. He's so narcissistic he named his DAUGHTER after himself.

So that's my story. If yall have any questions, let me know and I'll try to respond as best I can. Apologies once again for weird formatting, I'm trying to keep this story concise and I can add some clarifications if needed.