My father did a very ugly and wrong thing to my mother and me in his time. He just took and gave part of our apartment to the son of the woman he was living with after he divorced my mom. He thought he did the right thing. Because he was living in that woman’s apartment. So he decided to give her son such a royal gift. I lived with my parents in an apartment that was privatized to all of us: each of us owned a third of the apartment.
When I was eight years old my parents divorced. They got divorced because my father started going out with other women and stopped sleeping at home. My mother spent two whole years trying to keep the family together, but she didn’t succeed. Then my parents split up. Dad took his things and went to live with another woman. This woman’s name was Sarah. She had a son from her first marriage, who was already 15 years old. Dad did not pay child support for me, and my mother was proud and did not ask him for anything.
It was just the two of us living with my mom. And then when I was 14 years old, Mark came to us. He was Sarah’s son. He didn’t come alone, but with a girl. Mark told my mom that my dad had signed over his share of our apartment to him. And now he’s married and wants to live here! Of course, my mother and I were very upset about this. We didn’t understand how we were all going to live together now.
Mark demanded that we vacate one of the rooms. Of course we had no choice but to do that. That’s how we started living in a communal apartment. Of course, Mark and his young wife were very noisy. They often had friends over, and because of this my mother often could not rest properly before the night shift. And it was very difficult for me to do my homework in such noise.
One day my mother called my father and asked him how he could do that to us! And my dad answered that he considered Mark his own son.
– I live at Sara’s house and I wanted to repay her with kindness!
My father didn’t even think about us. In the end we started to fight and scandalize all the time. That’s why we just sold the apartment and divided the money into three parts. One part we gave to Mark. My mother and I were able to buy ourselves a two-bedroom apartment. With a mortgage, of course. It was very difficult for my mother to pay the mortgage alone, so after finishing school I didn’t go to school, but got a job right away.
Mom died six months ago. We still had three more years to pay the mortgage. And then two weeks ago, my father came to see me. Turns out Sarah had kicked him out. He started complaining that he has a small pension, and he can’t rent an apartment and has nowhere to live.
I asked my father directly:
– What do you want from me?
It turned out that he wanted to live with me.
– I can’t live on my pension and rent an apartment! Help me!
I just numbed from such insolence. My father never did anything to help me. He never even wished me a happy birthday. He gave his share of our apartment to this Mark! He didn’t even think about what would happen to us! And now he wants me to let him live with me! Because of my father, I don’t have a normal education and I never had a normal youth!
Of course I turned him down.
– Go to Mark! He’s like your own son! You gave him your share of the apartment! Now let him help you. You did more for Mark than you did for me, your own daughter! – I told my father.
I think I did the right thing. I really hope that I’ll never see my father again.