My nan listened to my aunt and threw me and my husband out of the flat. That first night, we had to sleep on the street.
My nan lives with my aunt in a three-bedroom flat. My mum’s younger sister is in her forties but has never lived on her own. She’s got no family, no friends, no job—my nan supports her entirely. My mum covers all the bills because my nan’s pension isn’t enough to make ends meet.
I never asked my family for anything, but times got tough, and I had no choice.
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After we got married, my husband and I lived in a council flat. We were saving up for a mortgage, dreaming of even a one-bedroom place. We looked at all sorts of options and decided to buy an off-plan property. But where were we supposed to live for those six months in between?
Renting didn’t make sense—we needed to save every penny, not spend it. So, I went to my nan and asked if we could stay with her. One room was completely empty, and part of the flat technically belonged to my mum anyway. Nan happily agreed, so we started packing up.
We sold our council flat, put the money into the new place, and moved in with Nan. We bought groceries and cleaning supplies, but we tried not to intrude—like guests, not residents. My aunt helped herself to our food without so much as a ‘thank you.’ From the start, she ignored us. Every time we came home, she’d disappear into her room.
We weren’t there long. A month later, my mum rang me, sounding upset, and asked us to leave.
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My aunt had kicked up a fuss, saying we were in the way, disturbing her peace—claiming we were causing rows between her and Nan.
We packed our things, grabbed our cat, and started flat-hunting. That first night, we had nowhere to go but the street. Luckily, by the next day, we found a place. Thank God my mum helped us out with the money.
Nan just did whatever her rude, selfish daughter told her. She didn’t care how we managed or if we were alright.
I haven’t spoken to any of them since. My mum keeps telling me not to hold a grudge against Nan, saying she’s under my aunt’s thumb—but I don’t care. I won’t stay in touch with traitors.
