I am seventy-two years old. I have a two-room apartment in which I live alone. I have only a son, and we don’t communicate with him. My parents used to be wealthy people, and they did everything for my benefit. So financially I was a wealthy woman.
When I was twenty-two, I met my husband. When I was 25, I found out I was pregnant. We were both very happy to hear the news. I remember my husband immediately bought so many gifts for the baby. But after my son was born, everything changed. My husband was not ready for a child. He left us when the boy was two years old.
I returned to live with my parents. They did everything they could to make it easier for me to get through it. We went on vacation. However, this did not fix the situation. Who wants a divorced woman with a child?
Then my father fell ill. It took a lot of money to treat him. But the disease was stronger – two months later he passed away. It was hard for my mother to lose her husband, so six months later she passed away too.
So I was left alone with a child in my arms. Throughout my life, I have not had many real friends and acquaintances. I did not want to communicate with them. That’s how my life went: home, son, work.
Later, my son grew up and went abroad, making his own life there. And he didn’t need me anymore. And recently, he accused me of being the reason why he doesn’t have a real father…
He does not call me and is not interested in my life. I have many relatives on my father’s side. Two months ago I bought a laptop, and my neighbor’s children taught me how to use it and even registered me on Facebook. My old relatives came out of nowhere. One day they wrote to me asking me to stay with them temporarily. I couldn’t refuse my family’s help. Although, I must admit, none of them had ever mentioned me before, and then they showed up.
I took them in, and everything seems to be fine, except that I hear them asking me more and more often who will get my apartment. They immediately begin to complain about their difficult situation. To be honest, I’m really tired of these conversations. I’m already regretting taking them in. Who is stopping them from settling down here?
They seem to be hoping to inherit my apartment. Well, good riddance to them!
I’ve already decided who I’m going to give my house to. To my neighbor, whose daughter has become like my own. She visits me, asks about my health, and if I ask her to, she will run to the pharmacy or buy groceries. I just feel that my son and family will not let my neighbor live in peace.
What would you do in my place?
