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Why Should It Matter Who Cared for Grandma? By Law, That Flat Should Be Mine! – My Mum Argues with Me Over Grandma’s Flat
My own mother is threatening to sue me. Why? Because my grandma’s flat didn’t go to her—or even to me—but instead was left to my daughter. Mum thinks that’s unbelievably unfair. She believes Grandma’s flat should have been hers, but Grandma chose otherwise. Why? Probably because my husband and I lived with Grandma and cared for her for the last five years.
You could easily call my mum completely self-absorbed. Her wishes and desires always seemed to come before anyone else’s. She was married three times but only ever had two children: me and my younger sister. My sister and I are very close, but our relationship with Mum has always been… strained.
I barely even remember my dad. He and Mum divorced when I was just two. Until I was six, I lived with Mum at Grandma’s. For some reason, I thought Grandma was very harsh—maybe because Mum was always crying. It wasn’t until I was older that I realised Grandma was a good person, just trying her best to help her daughter stand on her own two feet.
Mum later remarried, and I moved in with her and my stepdad. That marriage gave me my sister, and lasted seven years before ending in divorce too. This time, instead of moving back in with Grandma, we stayed in my stepdad’s flat while he worked away. Three years on, Mum married again and we moved in with her new husband.
He clearly didn’t love the idea of instant stepkids, but he never hurt us—he just ignored us. Mum ignored us too, completely focused on her new man, always suspicious, always causing drama.
Once a month, Mum would pack her things and threaten to leave, but her husband always talked her down. My sister and I just got used to it. I ended up raising my sister because Mum couldn’t be bothered. Lucky for us, our grandmothers helped. Later, I moved to university accommodation, and my sister moved in with Grandma. Our dad helped as much as he could. Mum only rang on holidays.
I got used to Mum being absent and unconcerned about us. My sister, though, never forgave her—especially not when Mum skipped her school-leaving celebration.
As adults, my sister married and moved to another city. My boyfriend and I, meanwhile, lived together for years before considering marriage, renting a flat together. I visited Grandma often—we were very close, though I always tried not to overstep.
Then Grandma fell ill and was hospitalised. I started visiting daily: bringing groceries, cooking, cleaning, and above all, making sure she took her medication. Sometimes my boyfriend came to help—he’d fix things around the house, tidy up. That’s when Grandma suggested we move in to save for our own place, instead of wasting money on rent.
Of course, we said yes. Grandma liked my boyfriend a lot. Six months later, I got pregnant. We decided to keep the baby, got married, and had a small celebration with family in a café. Mum didn’t show up—didn’t even call to congratulate us.
When my daughter was two months old, Grandma fell and broke her leg. It was agonising juggling a baby and an invalid. Desperate, I called my mum for help. She refused, saying she didn’t feel well, promising to visit soon. She never did.
Six months after that, Grandma suffered a stroke. She was bedridden for ages. Caring for her nearly broke me—thank goodness for my husband. Eventually, she improved: she could talk, eat, and even walk a bit. Grandma got a few more years to enjoy her great-granddaughter’s first steps, before passing away peacefully in her sleep. Losing her was devastating for me and my husband—we loved her deeply and still miss her every day.
Mum only came to the funeral. A month later, she turned up to kick me out, certain that the flat belonged to her. But she didn’t know Grandma had signed it over just after my daughter was born. So Mum got nothing.
Of course, she wasn’t happy. She demanded I hand over the flat—or she’d sue.
“See how sneaky you are!” she yelled. “You cheated that old woman out of her home just so you could move in! You won’t get away with this! It doesn’t matter who cared for Grandma—that flat is rightfully mine!”
But she’s not getting the flat, and I know that for sure: I’ve spoken to a solicitor and a notary. We’ll stay in the home Grandma gave us. And if we have another daughter, we’ll definitely name her after Grandma. What difference does it make who looked after Gran? By rights, the flat should be mine! my mother argues with me.
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How My Husband Secretly Supported His Mother While I Had Nothing to Dress Our Child In
My husband and I don’t live in luxury – we do our best to make ends meet. We both have jobs, though neither pays much; I’d even call our incomes modest. We also have a four-year-old daughter. Anyone raising a child these days knows how expensive it is, and surviving on a tight budget isn’t easy at all.
To make matters worse, my husband decided to help his mother out by paying her rent. We’re barely scraping by ourselves, yet he still sends money to his mum. She’s in perfect health and could get a part-time job if she wanted to. I’d happily work more, but with a small child someone needs to look after her after nursery. I’ve asked my mother-in-law countless times to babysit, but she always refuses, claiming she isn’t well enough. She says her health is too fragile.
Then I found out she’d gone on holiday, and not a cheap one either. My husband only told me afterwards, saying that while she was away, he needed me to travel across the city to take care of her plants. I was beyond shocked. I could have spent that time earning extra money elsewhere, not tending to her flowers.
But what truly stunned me was something else. Recently, my mother-in-law has started living a posh lifestyle. Expensive accessories, boutique dresses—she always seems to have something new. I kept wondering where she was getting the money. My husband always made such a fuss about his poor mother not being able to pay her rent, yet here we are. Could she have found a well-off gentleman friend to support her?
One day I noticed my husband hauling around the same extraordinarily heavy bag. When he went to the bathroom, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked inside—there was a bunch of tech equipment, including a laptop that used to belong to my friend. The next day at work, my friend mentioned that my husband had done some repairs for her—turns out, he’s earning extra cash repairing electronics.
So that’s where the money is coming from! When I confronted him and asked if he was giving all of his side hustle income to his mother, he admitted it.
“So my daughter and I have nothing to wear, we’re darning socks just to get by, while you’re sending your mum on spa breaks and buying her designer clothes?”
“They’re my earnings. I can spend them however I like.”
Needless to say, I sent him away to stay with his mum, since he cares for her so much. Isn’t that only fair? How My Husband Secretly Supported His Mother While I Had Nothing For Our Child To Wear Michael and I
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