When Anna and I were twenty and eighteen, we were studying at the same university and we both had a long commute to uni, taking three transports, we decided to start renting an apartment together. I was older, I already had a part-time job, and Anna, in her first year, was only paying her stipend for housing. My mother helped me with the groceries somehow, but I was still the one who mostly provided for us.
That changed over the years, I don’t argue. There were times when I was unemployed and Anna worked for two, and sometimes it was the opposite. Because I was always chasing success at work and was also a walking complex, I didn’t get along with guys, but Anna very quickly got a boyfriend and a year after graduation they got married. That’s how the three of us started living together.
I was never made to feel like a third wheel – we had two rooms, we were just good neighbors and didn’t get in each other’s way, but only until Anna announced that she was expecting a baby. And it wasn’t to make everybody happy, it was to make an excuse for me to move out.
Now there were two of them, they could pay the rent themselves, and they kicked me out, because they hoped to use my former room as a nursery. Behind my back they had already discussed everything with my employer and he allowed me to temporarily dismantle my bed and give him some furniture so there would be a place to put the crib.
I understand that my niece is important and the three of them will be cramped in one room, but they didn’t even prepare me for the move – they put me in front of the fact that I have to move and as soon as possible, because they want to do the nursery before the girl is born.
For me, moving is stressful. It’s extra costs and problems, and there’s no way I want to live with someone else. And finding an apartment near work with good conditions and a reasonable price is quite difficult in a week. But Anna doesn’t care, and her parents are on her side on this issue. Everyone says that I should disappear and not interfere with the “young family”, because I’m already an adult and myself could also get a husband and a child, and so I hang out on the Internet ads for rent…
It turns out, the younger sister let me down and dumped me. It’s not very nice, I think. We are family, we lived together for so many years, and now she is literally kicking me out, because she now has her own, personal happiness, in which there is no place for me at all.
