I owned a home I had relatives living in. They lived there rent-free but expected me to cover the bulk of the cost of maintaining the house, the insurance, taxes, etc. It was a complicated situation whereupon a relative was faking an illness (I didn’t know at the time) and needed help supplementing her lifestyle. Otherwise, she was going to end up homeless. She lived there with two other relatives under the idea they would be helping care for her as well as covering some bills and helping to fix up the place. Long story short, I was stuck covering the bulk of the expenses of repairs, replacing appliances I never used, paying bills I had nothing to do with generating, etc. because they thought they had me over a barrel with this house. They figured as long as I owned it, they could do whatever they wanted and there was nothing I could do. No amount of money I put into it seemed to make a dent. And I practically bought the house 2x over with the money I sunk into repairs and updates. Still, the house was near-dilapidated by the time I managed to sell it because of how poorly my relatives treated it. One was a hoarder, another liked to leave garbage and food everywhere, creating the environment for infestations and God knows what. They would fail to tell me about a problem until it became unavoidable and very expensive or create the breeding ground for expensive and avoidable problems. Eventually, family be damned, I had enough.
One day, I told them I could no longer afford to keep them in the home (they neglected regularly) and either they’d have to buy it at a reasonable price or move out. It didn’t go over well. But it never does when the free ride ends. They left, without notice, vandalized the property, and even then, I was able to sell the property for more than what I planned on selling it to them for. There were growing tensions over the years leading up to this family fallout — much of it based on the abuse and neglect at the hands of my ‘faking an illness’ relative who treated me like absolute garbage. The nicer I was to her, the more entitled and demanding she became. Nothing was ever good enough for her. And the more I noticed inconsistencies in her stories, the more I convinced myself I needed to get some distance. To date, we all have nothing to do with one another because of the ugly treatment I endured. No good deed, right? I’ve learned it doesn’t pay to be nice. Even family will stab you in the back with as much indifference as a stranger. True in my case anyway.
My advice — sell the house. Even if it is at a loss, sell the house and salvage your relationship. The house is not worth it.