Grandma listened to my aunt and threw us out with my husband: The first night we had to sleep on the street
My grandmother lives with my aunt in a three-bedroom flat in Manchester. The youngest daughter, my mum’s sister, is forty but has never lived on her own. She has no family, no friends, no job—Grandma supports her entirely. My mum covers all the bills since Grandma’s pension isn’t enough to make ends meet.
I’ve never asked my family for anything, but when hard times came, I had no choice but to turn to them.
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After our wedding, my husband and I lived in council housing. We saved up for a mortgage, dreaming of at least a one-bedroom flat of our own. We explored every option and finally decided to buy an off-plan property. But where would we live for the six months until it was ready?
Renting didn’t make sense—we needed to save, not spend. So, I went to Grandma and asked if we could stay in her spare room. Part of the flat technically belonged to my mum anyway, and she happily agreed. We sold our council flat, invested the money, and moved in with her.
We bought groceries and cleaning supplies, careful not to overstep, always behaving like guests. Yet Aunt Emily took our food without so much as a thank-you. From the start, she ignored us, retreating to her room the moment we came home.
We didn’t stay long. A month later, my mum called, distraught, and asked us to leave.
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Aunt Emily had thrown a fit. She claimed we were disrupting her peace, causing arguments between her and Grandma. So, we packed our bags, took our cat Whiskers, and left. The first night, we slept on the pavement outside King’s Cross Station. Thankfully, by morning, we found emergency accommodation—Mum lent us the money for it.
Grandma just did whatever her rude, selfish daughter demanded. She didn’t care how we’d manage or if we were safe.
I haven’t spoken to them since. Mum begs me not to hold a grudge, saying Grandma’s under Aunt Emily’s influence, but I don’t care. Some betrayals cut too deep to forgive.
The lesson? Blood may be thicker than water, but loyalty must be earned—not taken for granted.
