I took care of my husband’s grandfather for 10 years. We lived in a rented apartment together with our children. My husband’s sister, Alisa, was living in the apartment at the time. No one needed him – neither his mother-in-law nor his grandchildren. My life didn’t turn out well – I never graduated from university because I was pregnant and didn’t build a successful career.
Every day was no different from the previous one: I was rushing around from caring for my grandfather to raising my children. My husband didn’t like the constant tension at home and often went on binges. Other women did not need him, with children and without a home, so he always came back to me.
I forgave him, although I no longer loved him. All so that he could provide money for the children and grandfather. Alisa came to see us very rarely and she had one reason: to ask my grandfather for a pension or to complain about her financial situation. Although I wouldn’t say that she and her family were living poorly. They didn’t have to pay rent, so they could even afford vacations abroad.
My grandfather bequeathed me the apartment five years ago:
– “You have become more dear to me than all my family members put together. The grandson is a rag, he will give the apartment to his mother or sister. Let your children, my great-grandchildren, live there instead. It will be a kind of reward for your labor. So that you don’t curse me later that your life passed you by because of me.
But none of the family members knew this. When my grandfather’s health deteriorated, both his daughter and granddaughter began to visit him at once. They realized where things were going and showed “care”. But my grandfather was not stupid and understood why they were doing this.
After the old man’s death, the inheritance was immediately divided. The mother-in-law and Alisa convinced the man to write a waiver of the apartment, because that’s where Alisa lives, and therefore it’s her apartment. The man agreed, but no one knew about the will yet.
The next day, the man started packing and told me that he had another woman and was living with me to take care of his grandfather. He left, and I felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart. After my relatives found out about the will, they started a real war with threats.
– Listen to me, you will never get an apartment! I don’t know how you “looked after” your grandfather, how you deceived him into bequeathing the apartment to you, but you will not get it. You are a real fraud and we will prove it in court. And leave your son alone with his brood, he finally has a new beautiful girlfriend.
– Do you know what I realized? That I can afford to send you all away for a long time. So: get the hell out of here!
I was not hurt by their words at all. I am sure that I will have a normal life, I have found a job, my children and I have our own housing, and most importantly, I have nothing else to do with this family.
What would you do in this woman’s place?
