My mother wasn’t even seventeen when she had me. My father was clutching his head, and my grandparents, too, couldn’t understand how they had a great-grandson so young.
My mother never admitted who I was from, and she never woke up motherly love with my birth. As if wishing to get rid of me, she hung me on my grandfather, while she tried to get back to a normal life and study.
Grandfather waited until she graduated from university, pretending that I was more her brother than her son. Afterwards she got a job and met a good man, which I was happy about, but I did not yet understand that I was not part of her plans anyway. For several years she concealed my existence from her new husband, but even when he found out, they did not want to take me in.
That’s how I grew up with my grandfather. He was the only one who loved me and took care of me. Sometimes we quarreled with him too, sometimes he said hurtful things, but I knew that he would still support me in everything. It was only thanks to him and his advice that I did well in school and didn’t give up, even when I really wanted to. And with his help I got into a good university.
I always loved my grandfather very much, and when he was gone, I missed him very much. I felt that I was left all alone. No family, no loved ones. And then my mom showed up. I hoped that our shared grief would bring us together. She tried to take care of me, took an interest in my life, and leaked into it little by little, to bring up the subject of my grandfather’s apartment. The fact that she had a place to live and I didn’t didn’t bother her. The only thing that bothered her was that Grandpa had signed the apartment over to me, not to her, and since that was the case, I was obliged to share.
If the question was different, maybe I would have thought about it, but she wanted to evict me and sell it. When I gave the ultimatum that he must deal with the sale and the “equal” is out of the question, as I need to buy at least one room in return, my mother flipped out and threatened to sue me.
This was the point in our relationship. I told her to go to court and hope for a miracle, because she was not mentioned in the will at all. I wanted to deal with her as a human being, but her behavior turned out to be the same as always…
