The age difference between me and my brother is 8 years. He is older. He got married 3 years ago. He wanted to live in his wife’s apartment, not with our parents. There was no other choice. The rent was too much money. I was already married for 7 years, we had a 5-year-old son and a 3-year-old daughter. My wife is from the capital. So I moved there. More precisely, we met there. I had to work in the capital. I managed to get a small apartment. But I was still often at home on weekends. After marriage, he usually rarely appeared in his town. He and his wife paid for another large apartment to make it more spacious for the children. And that one was for the children, for the future. From time to time, tenants were allowed there.
Recently I received a message that my brother came to us with his family and was waiting for me to meet him at the train station. I went there immediately. Of course, I was glad to see my brother. We had not seen each other for a long time. I was not at home for 4 months. So my parents called me. They asked if the guests had arrived and began to hint that hotels in the capital were too expensive, it would be great if I put my brother, his wife and son in my apartment.
I did not want to refuse, but at that time I had tenants in my apartment. I could not just kick them out. We had lunch, my wife cooked a quick meal. She offered us to walk around the city so that I could give a tour. Meanwhile, she would make something tasty for dinner. We agreed. I took us around the city. We walked all day, we were very tired. I took them for ice cream at my own expense, and took my nephew on a carousel. We didn’t have time to see much, but it was too late for walks. We went to dinner. We ate and sat and talked some more. Without a second thought I suggested that I could call a taxi to the hotel. At first they did not quite understand, they thought I was joking. But I repeated the question. They shouldn’t walk, should they? We did not live in the very center.
My brother asked about my apartment, but my wife explained that they had not been promised anything and the room was occupied. He started throwing insults in my face. As if I had to provide my relatives with housing, and not leave them to their fate. I started to offer different options: I could book a hotel, a hostel, ask my friends about renting apartments. But they, of course, refused everything. It is clear that they wanted to come to the capital for free and live at my expense. I believe that I can manage my own apartment, which I earned money for myself. I do not owe anyone anything!
