Recently, my daughter got divorced and came to live with us, bringing her young child. We have a small flat where my husband and I reside. I initially thought my daughter might stay with my mum while she’s on maternity leave, but that’s no longer possible. At 68, my mum got married and moved in with her new husband.
When Mum called to tell me she was getting married, I thought she was joking, given her age. But it was all true. Mum had lived alone for years, ever since her husband passed away twenty years ago. I was 35 when I left home. I live in town with my husband and children, visiting Mum a few times a month and on holidays.
Thankfully, Mum is in good health and manages the housework on her own. My husband and I help out with gardening or preparing firewood, but Mum handles everything else herself.
Now she’s decided to bring a husband into her home. It’s such a betrayal! This shouldn’t have happened. Her fiancé was an old friend from her youth, and they rekindled their relationship a few years back. They got married at the local registry office in early July, with a modest reception at a nearby restaurant for close relatives.
My husband, children, and I chose not to attend the wedding, considering it shameful. Why did Mum even need this? They could have carried on without marrying. I’m firmly against this union and still can’t come to terms with it. Mum has a big house, which they now share.
Her husband doesn’t own any property, only has three children and a bunch of grandchildren. Why did she do this to us? Now that they are legally married, Mum’s husband could easily stake a claim on our inheritance. Meanwhile, we have this small flat we’re living in with my husband.
Recently, my daughter got divorced and moved in with us, along with her little one. I’m helping her with the child now. My son lives in a rented flat with his girlfriend. I thought my daughter might stay with Mum while on maternity leave, but that’s no longer feasible since Mum has embarked on a new life.
We haven’t spoken in over six months. My aunt from the countryside, Mum’s sister, called recently to give me a lecture. She said I was not being fair, that Mum deserves happiness too. We could have shared in her joy. Thinking about inheritance while Mum is still alive is heartless. They should try to understand my perspective too.
It might end up that instead of Mum’s house, we inherit a stranger—a very old man with countless issues and needy relatives who are unlikely to waive their share of any inheritance. Therefore, in this situation, I believe I am the one in the right, not Mum.
