Let me start my story by saying that I have been living alone for several years now. My son went to university in another city, found a girlfriend there and stayed to build a family. My husband and I lived together for a long time, and three years ago he passed away. He was still young and healthy, but it was impossible to cure him of cancer.
The thing is, my son recently announced that his girlfriend had gotten pregnant, so they were finally organizing a wedding. My joy knew no bounds, because it was two holidays at the same time! The only thing that upset me was that I didn’t have the finances to give my son a decent gift.
Without hesitation, I decided to go to a notary to sign over the apartment to my son. As long as I am alive, I will help them, teach them as much as I can, and when I am gone, they will have a full-fledged nest of their own. When my neighbors heard about this, they began to dissuade me, the main explanation being that when I was gone, the apartment would go to my son anyway, so I needed another gift. My brother even offered to lend me money so that I could buy something else, but I decided that this was the best option for me. After collecting all the documents, I went to the local notary.
I was met by a young woman who listened attentively to everything, and at the end asked me: “You are very good for wanting to make such a gift to your son, but I want to ask you, will you have a place to live besides this apartment? Maybe a summer house or a garage?”
– “No, but what does that have to do with it?” I asked, sincerely not understanding what she wanted from me. But then she started telling me stories of pensioners like me who had signed over everything to their children, and then they threw them out on the street. The old people had no place to appeal, because everything was legal.
I apologized and promised to think about it. On the way home, I called my brother and asked him to lend me the money, telling him how the notary had convinced me not to make mistakes. He was surprised that someone had managed to convince me.
Of course, I don’t think my son would have been able to throw me out on the street, but it’s better to be insured against this, because it’s not clear what other fate he might face and what kind of character his wife will have.
By the way, they did move in with me. Now we live together and are waiting for a new addition, there are no quarrels, so I hope we will continue to live in peace. And my son will still get the apartment, but after I’m gone.
