Recently my daughter gathered us around the holiday table: she wanted to tell us some good news, even two. There are five of us in the apartment: me, my husband, my daughter, my son-in-law, and my grandson. We have a three-room apartment, but living with two families has proven to be unbearable. They got engaged when my daughter was eight months pregnant. They had a quickie wedding and moved in with us right away.
We told them then that the best solution would be to save up for an apartment – for the first mortgage payment. But apparently, no one listened to us. We sat at the table, my daughter’s smile spreading. For a moment it even seemed like they finally heard us:
-Mommy, Daddy, we’re pregnant. Yes, we bought a car. But we had to take out a loan. I didn’t know how to react. Cry or rejoice? All of our admonitions for them to collect went down the drain.
None of them had a driver’s license. You know why they decided to buy a car? Because some idiot at work said he couldn’t get a mortgage without a credit history. My husband and I are furious. I mean, that man is never going to change. He’s already formed a fool, and he makes my daughter the same way.
They’re also offended that we weren’t happy for them. We live in a box; we shouldn’t expand or take out a mortgage on an apartment… And they suffer through things like this.
They’re having their second baby. My father had a talk with my son-in-law in the morning, kicked him out of the house. After all, he hasn’t achieved anything in his life in those five years. And will not achieve.
