My friend’s mom did something crazy. She rented out her three-room apartment, added a pension, and left to live in warm countries. So far, she has gone to Abkhazia, but she also plans to go to Bulgaria and Turkey, as they are the cheapest. Maybe even northern Cyprus.
– “It’s disgusting!” said my friend’s husband. “She’s old, where can she go around the world, only to be embarrassed…
– “She could have thought of you!” his mother pressed her lips together.
– “She also hinted that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” the friend burst into tears into the phone, “like, since I’m her daughter, I’ll go on a bender in my old age and disgrace the family.
– My husband has eaten through my bald spot, we can’t pay back the loan for his car, it’s three months overdue, and my mom is off to resorts,” her daughter cries, convinced that for some reason her mother must help pay off the loan for the car she borrowed for her husband.
– “My mother-in-law reminds me every day that we live with her, and my mother rented the apartment!
She (the daughter) hopes for sympathy, and, in general, she gets it, because everyone knows that a retired woman no longer belongs to herself.
She is a free appendage to her grandchildren, her housing is not for her, but for her children, and in general, what does she expect, an old woman?
Although, in fact, the children, who are practically my age, could take care of housing for themselves, and not rely on their mother’s or, moreover, not hang out in their mother-in-law’s apartment for fifteen years.
– “We hoped that she would finish her work and go to the village,” the daughter mourns her unfulfilled hopes. “Tell me, isn’t she shameless?
– “She will marry you,” I promised with some secret gloating, “to a Turk.
There was a story among our friends: a decent grandmother brought her grandchildren back and “went all out,” which ended with the formation of a new community in distant Istanbul.
There, the family, concerned about the fate of the one-room apartment, threw a demonstrative tantrum with loud demands to recognize the lady as incapacitated.
They failed, though. The woman who was considered a grandmother here still lives happily in Istanbul with her bald grandfather. She has a fairly large house, and she doesn’t invite anyone to visit, you understand, no one, she’s not nice.
And this mother posts photos of herself, albeit not yet from such warm shores as she dreams of, but with captions that at sixty life is just beginning.
I liked it. Because she is right. And all these people who are going to sit on your neck, who claim that once you are old, it’s time to stop thinking about yourself, let them go to the forest, field and sea. That’s exactly what they are – shameless.
What do you think?
