I want to tell you about how my closest people, my brother and my mother, treated me meanly. My brother is the most real selfish person, whom my mother loves very much. And my father was the most real alcoholic. I remember when I was a kid my dad would come home drunk all the time and they would fight with my mom. Mom didn’t try to put my dad to bed, but instead she tried to ask him where and with whom he was drinking.
Very often this would end in a fight. I used to break up my father and my mother. Sometimes my father hit me, too. I felt very sorry for my mother. When I got older, I took care of my brother. I took him to kindergarten and to school. I fed my brother, helped him with his homework. Whenever we got candy or anything tasty in the house, he was the only one who got it all.
– He’s a baby, after all! He needs it more! – my mother always told me.
My mother called me stupid for some reason, even though I did very well in school. But in public my mother treated me very politely and kindly. She was very afraid that people might think bad things about her. That’s why she didn’t divorce her alcoholic husband.
And when I was a child, I dreamed that my father would die or leave us. It seemed to me that then we would have a much better life. And then my father died. But, unfortunately, we didn’t live better after that.
Why not? Because six months after my father died, my brother got married and came to live with his wife in our biggest room. He showed me that if I decided to get married, I would have nowhere to live with my husband.
They had my mother’s full support, and it became unbearable for me to live in our apartment. They demanded that I be completely quiet because they had a small child, that I do less laundry because my brother’s wife was allergic to powders.
Mom cooked meals just for them. I had to buy groceries and cook for myself. So I lived like that for five years. And then I met Robert and we got married. We lived in a rented apartment. Robert’s parents were nice to me, but they couldn’t help us with the rent. After all, they lived in a one-room apartment themselves.
I owned a third of my parents’ apartment. In good conscience and according to the law, my brother and his wife should have paid me my share. But they refused to do so. They bought a studio apartment on a mortgage and started renting it out. They used that money to pay off the mortgage.
My husband worked hard so that we could live properly and pay the rent. It was very frustrating for me. While my husband and I were having such a hard time, while we were working hard and hard to pay the rent and provide for ourselves and our son normally, my brother and his wife were living on everything.
And we were saving a lot to put money aside to buy an apartment. Then my husband and I took out a loan and bought an apartment, but we are very much overpaying now. In the meantime, my brother and his wife are helped by everyone:. Then my mother gave my brother a summer house. Somehow they even managed to transfer the entire apartment to my brother. In the end, I was left with nothing. And I always tried to help my mother in everything: with household chores and with my brother.
Why was I disinherited? Why does my mother love only my brother? She only loves her brother’s daughter. And she doesn’t care about my son at all. She doesn’t even want to visit us.
I don’t understand how you can love one of your children and not love the other. It really hurts me that my mother would do this to me. If she had given me my share of the apartment, I would be living with my husband in an apartment with no mortgage and huge debts. I will never forgive my mother for that.