AITA for begging my dad to sell my grandparents house?

**EDIT: I just want to put this out there, my grandma was mentally ill. She never had a diagnosis or any treatment or therapy, but she was bipolar. No one talked about it or admitted it, but it’s funny how people in the comments can tell that she was this way just by reading my description of her.** <br><br>**Anyway, my dad is telling me that I might get half of the house in the will now, I don’t know if that’s a permanent thing or if I should still expect to get nothing upon his death. I also found out that I was written out of the will because I wasn’t close enough to them, not because he wanted me to make my own way in the world.** <br><br>**So my dad basically admitted that he never wanted me and only had me because my mom was too far along to get an abortion. His plan was to due what he did, send me to live away from him. His plan was always for me to make my own way in the world. I always knew it, deep down, but now that it’s been said it’s fucking me up. I know this changes my life and it’s making me depressed and anxious. Although I know my grandmother died a long time ago, it still feels like my last family member just died, honestly.**<br><br>**Anyway, some people asked me what my dad said when I asked him to sell the house so I’ll tell you. When I begged him to sell the house, he said that he spent his whole childhood there and wants to spend the rest of his life in it. I asked if he would at least consider it and he said yes.**<br><br>**I just want to say that I put a lot of stock into people’s opinions and the opinions on this post have made me feel like I need to see a therapist and I’ve already made an appointment.**<br><br>**My dad never said anything about me going back to live with him when I asked him to sell the house. I don’t know why that’s something that people are focusing on so much. I would never live with him again. I haven’t lived with him since I was 8. That’s a big part of why I don’t want to live in that house. I don’t want to live where I was treated so poorly. I don’t want to live in the town at all, and definitely not the street or in the house. There are some people in the comments saying that I’m acting like I’m entitled to live somewhere for free for the rest of my life and that’s not it. I would rather have money to build a house than live in the house that it was for free.**<br><br>**I just want to make it clear that I am not lazy. I work my ass off six days a week and I make a good living doing it. I work hard for everything I have now and I’m not sad that I had to do that, it taught me a lot and I’m better for it. But I am angry that I had to miss out on all the milestones of my youth, all the things that I was supposed to experience when I was young and the time when it was the easiest to do so. I had to miss out on the pivotal time period of being a child and a teen and I had to miss out on my youth because I wasn’t given any options. No one ever asked me what I wanted, they just made my choices for me and sent me away because I was too much hassle.**<br><br>**So many people are saying that I’m ungrateful and that I should be happy that my dad didn’t just abandon me and leave me on the streets. It’s enough that he procreated and then gave me a roof and food? He gets a gold star for that? I don’t think so. Any person will do that for their kid. Just providing for your kid’s basic needs (and not even that, because I had to work full time as a child) is not enough. I wanted to be loved and cared for. I wanted help with my schoolwork. I wanted someone there when I got my first period. I wanted help with awkward teenager stuff, like buying my first bras and getting my braces. I wanted someone to come to my school plays and Graduation and help me pick out my prom dress. And I didn’t get any of that. My dad has never even seen the inside of the school I went to. I don’t feel like just because he didn’t leave me on the streets and let me starve and die I should be happy with the bare minimum of what I got.**<br><br>**I also have to Suffer the fucking indignity of having the people from that town tell me that they remember me as the best child ever and that I was such a sweet, well-behaved kid. Fuck off. I only behaved so well because I was terrified. My dad was a şer punctual man who was very big on promptness. My morning routine had to be finished by a certain time or else I would face a punishment. If I was even a minute late, or I missed a step in my morning routine, or heaven forbid I couldn’t find something, I would miss my bus and have to walk to school in the rain. Or I would be late to school and be dressed down in front of all my classmates. Or I would be late getting ready for bed and I would be punished. Either way, it wasn’t worth it to try to do something wrong.** <br><br>**Some people in the comments are saying that I should move on with my life and stop thinking about the past so much, but they also want to know details about my childhood and want me to post pictures of the house. Make up your minds. It’s not that I’m obsessing over the past, it’s that I’m still a 24 year old woman who is still dealing with the consequences of being a child who was sent away to live almost 1,000 miles away from her family when she was eight years old. When you grow up as a kid like me, it stays with you forever and defines everything you are, and it will continue to do so for the rest of my life. Progress after trauma like that is so slow and I still have a lot of elements of my life that I haven’t overcome yet. I don’t think it’s a bad thing that I’m still trying to overcome them.** <br><br>**Finally, I just want to say that I don’t give a shit about the house itself. I would honestly rather burn it to the ground than live in it or even go back to the street ever again. I am never going back to that fucking house or that fucking town and the only time I ever see it is when I dream about it. My dad knows that so but he still is trying to hold onto something he knows I’ll never have. And the only reason is that he got to grow up there. I didn’t get to have a childhood home like a normal kid. My childhood was unstable and chaotic, and I had to move around a bunch because of my dad and his desires, so I never got to have the chance to grow up in a normal home and live in a normal house like a normal kid.**<br><br>I (24F) am the only child of my parents, my mom passed away when I was 8. After she died I was sent away to live in a different part of the country with my grandparents. They were my mom’s parents and they hated my dad. Their house is in a mountainsous area that’s so remote you have to drive over a mile just to get to any kind of gas station. <br><br>They basically kicked my dad out of their lives after that, none of us ever saw or spoke to him again and I only saw him maybe once or twice a year throughout my childhood. I never got anything from him, he never paid child support or anything, so basically I was their kid and he was just a complete stranger. They didn’t want me to have anything to do with him and if I ever mentioned him or I asked them about him, they would just tell me to forget about him.<br><br>So I basically haven’t seen or talked to him since I was 8. When I was 18, I got accepted to college on the other side of the country and moved again, and I’ve been here ever since. I’m a senior now and I get along well with my grandparents, although the grandfather in this story passed away last year due to Covid. <br><br>So ever since I left for college, I only see my grandparents once every three or four months, and they’ve been fine with it, it’s not been a problem at all. My grandma was actually the one who pushed me to go away for college. <br><br>Ever since I’ve been an adult, my dad has made attempts to talk to me and be a part of my life. Sometimes it’s minimal, but sometimes it’s a lot and I don’t like to talk to him much, so I’ll go a while without talking to him and then he’ll send me like a hundred messages and I’ll have to ask him to give me space and then we won’t talk for a few months. We’ve only met up a few times, I think four, since I was 18. I don’t have much of a desire to meet up with him and I’ve made that clear to him. The last time we met up was a year ago and before that it was 2 years. I don’t want a relationship with this guy and I’ve told him that. He says that he’s just trying to make up for being such a bad parent and that he knows I’ll never forgive him but he wants to try to make things right for however long I have left. <br><br>He’s been trying to buy me things recently, I don’t know if his plan is to guilt me but I don’t want anything from