Aunt Rita Im 47. Just an ordinary woman, the sort most people dont notice. Dull as dishwater, really.
Michael froze: from behind the old oak, a dog gazed at him with a look so mournful, hed have recognised
My husband compared me to his friends wife at the table and ended up with a bowl of salad in his lap
You know, Lily Walker spent her days scrubbing the stairwells of those old council flats, hoping to carve
Why Should It Matter Who Looked After Grandma? By Law, That Flat Should Be Mine! – My Mother Argues Bitterly With Me
My Own Mother Is Threatening to Take Me to Court. Why? Because the Flat My Grandmother Left Didn’t Go To Her, Or Even to Me, But to My Daughter. My Mum Insists It’s Unfair—She Says Grandma’s Flat Should Have Been Hers. But Gran Made a Different Choice. Why? Probably Because My Husband and I Lived With Her and Cared for Her for the Last Five Years.
You Could Easily Call My Mother Selfish. Her Own Desires Were Always More Important Than Anyone Else’s. She’s Been Married Three Times, but Only Had Two Children: Me and My Little Sister. My Sister and I Get On Brilliantly, but It’s Been Strained With Mum.
I Don’t Even Remember My Dad. He Split Up With Mum When I Was Just Two. Until I Was Six, We Lived With Grandma. For Some Reason, I Thought Grandma Was Rather Unkind, Maybe Because Mum Was Always Crying. It Wasn’t Until I Grew Up That I Realised Grandma Was a Lovely Woman—She Just Wanted to Get Mum’s Life on Track.
Later, Mum Remarried. I Ended Up Living With Her and My Stepfather. That’s When My Sister Was Born. Mum Stayed With Him for Seven Years, Then Divorced Again. This Time, No Return to Grandma’s. My Stepdad Moved Away for Work, But Let Us Stay in His Place. Three Years Later, Mum Married Again and We Moved in With Her New Husband.
He Clearly Wasn’t Happy Mum Came With Children, But He Never Harmed Us—He Just Ignored Us. Mum Was Too Absorbed in Her Marriage to Notice Us. She Was Jealous, Always Making a Scene and Smashing Crockery.
Once a Month, Mum Would Threaten to Leave, But Stepfather Always Stopped Her. My Sister and I Got Used to It. I Took On Looking After My Sister—Mum Didn’t Have Time. Thank Goodness for Both Our Grandmothers—they Helped an Enormous Amount. Later, I Went To University Accommodation, and My Sister Lived With Grandma. Dad Always Supported Her, While Mum Only Rang Us at Christmas and Easter.
I Accepted Mum for Who She Was—Used to Her Not Caring, Not Worrying. But My Sister Never Did, Especially After Mum Didn’t Even Come to Her Graduation Party.
We Grew Up. My Sister Married and Moved to Another City. Although My Boyfriend and I Had Been Together for Ages, We Didn’t Rush into Marriage. We Lived Together in a Rented Flat and I Often Visited Grandma. We Became Very Close—I Tried Not to Be a Burden.
Then Grandma Fell Ill and Was Hospitalised. She Needed Good Care, So I Started Visiting Daily—Bringing Groceries, Cooking, Helping Round the House, and Making Sure She Took Her Medicines.
I Did This For Six Months. Sometimes My Boyfriend Came Too, Fixing Things or Helping Out. After A While, Grandma Suggested We Move in With Her to Save Up For Our Own Place Instead of Wasting Money on Rent.
Of Course, We Agreed—Grandma and I Got On So Well, and She Liked My Boyfriend. We Moved In. Six Months Later, I Fell Pregnant. Of Course, We Decided to Have the Baby. Grandma Was Over the Moon at the Prospect of a Great-Grandchild. We Had a Simple Wedding and Afterwards Took the Family to a Coffee Shop. Mum Didn’t Even Come. She Didn’t Even Send a Text.
When My Daughter Was Only Two Months Old, Grandma Fell and Broke Her Leg. I Was Struggling, Looking After Both Grandma and a Baby. I Needed Mum’s Help Desperately, So I Rang and Asked. She Refused—Said She Wasn’t Well and Would Come Later, but She Never Did.
Six Months On, Grandma Had a Stroke and Became Bedridden. The Care Was Overwhelming, and If Not For My Husband I Don’t Know What I’d Have Done. Then Grandma Improved—She Began to Speak, Walk, and Eat Slowly. She Lived for Another Two and a Half Years After the Stroke, Long Enough to Watch Her Great-Granddaughter Start Running Round. Grandma Died Peacefully in Her Sleep. My Husband and I Took It Very Hard. We Loved Her Dearly and Miss Her Every Day.
Mum Only Showed Up for the Funeral. A Month Later, She Arrived, Insisting I Move Out and Hand Over the Flat. She Was Certain It Would All Be Hers. She Didn’t Know Grandma Had Rewritten Her Will Just After My Daughter Was Born, Leaving the Flat to Her Great-Grandchild—So Mum Got Nothing.
Naturally, Mum Was Furious—Demanding I Give Her the Flat, Or She’d Take Me to Court.
“Look How Sneaky You Are! You Tricked That Poor Old Woman, Took Her Flat, and Now You’re Living There Yourself! You Won’t Get Away With This! It Doesn’t Matter Who Looked After Grandma—That Flat Should Be Mine!”
Mum Won’t Get That Flat—That Much I Know. I’ve Spoken to a Solicitor and a Legal Expert. So We’re Staying Put in the Flat Grandma Gave Us. And If Our Next Baby Is a Girl, She’ll Be Named After the Grandmother Who Meant So Much. What difference does it make who cared for Grandma! The flat should legally belong to me! my mother argues
Open the bag, now! The camera can see everything, theres no way youll get away with this empty it!
My husband compared me to his friends wife at the table and ended up with a bowl of salad in his lap
So, listen to thisme and my husband definitely dont live in luxury; we just try to get by, honestly.
Tom froze in placeout from behind an old oak, a dog was watching him with sad eyes, the kind of gaze
Oi, have you seen the old lady in our ward, ladies? She looks like shes seen a few more Christmases than
