My father-in-law believed we would always support him.
My husband grew up in a cheerful, loving family. But when his father was fifty-seven, his wife sadly passed away. Naturally, it was incredibly hard for my father-in-law to get through such a loss. So, we made the decision to sell his flat, divide the money, and have him come live with us in our home, thinking he would stay until his grief became easier to bear. At the time, it seemed a reasonable arrangement.
We imagined hed be with us for about six months, and that once he felt a bit stronger, hed purchase a flat of his own. But that never happened. He was rather taken with living under our roof. He didnt contribute a penny towards household bills or groceries. I managed all the cooking and laundering, kept his room tidyhe simply went to work, with a life resembling a perpetual holiday.
This went on for eleven years. Over time, he began to lecture us constantly on how things ought to be done, making new rules for our household, until wed had quite enough. Eventually, we made up our minds to buy him a house just outside town. After all, he was still hale and hearty, certainly capable of living on his own.
We purchased a small house for him and made sure he had everything hed need to settle in comfortably. Soon after, my father-in-law began inventing tales of heart pains and mysterious complaints, all in an effort to stay with us. But I cannot do it any longer. I long for a bit of peace, some quiet time with just my immediate family. I am truly worn out. What should I do?
