Lately, my daughter separated from her husband and moved back into our cramped flat with her little one.
Not long ago, my daughter divorced and settled in with us, her toddler in tow. We live in a small flat with my husband. I thought, while shes on maternity leave, she might stay a while with my mumbut now thats impossible. At 68, my mother went and got married again, moving in with her new husband.
When she called to say she was planning a wedding, I nearly laughedshes 68, for heavens sake! But no, it was true. Mum had been alone for years, a widow since her first husband passed two decades back. I was 35 when I left home. Now I live with my husband and kids in the city, visiting Mum a few times a month, holidays included.
Thankfully, shes healthy, managing the housework herself. My husband and I help with the garden or chopping firewood, but otherwise, she handles everything.
And now shes brought a man into the house. It feels like a betrayal! She shouldnt have done this to us. Her fiancé was an old flame from her youth, someone she reconnected with years later. They had a quiet registry office wedding in early July, followed by a modest restaurant receptionjust close family.
We didnt go. In my mind, its shameful! What did she need this for? She couldve lived without it. Im dead against the marriage, still struggling to accept it. Mum owns a proper housenow they both live there.
Her husband has no money, just three grown children and a brood of grandchildren. Why did she do this? How could she treat us like this? Now that theyre legally wed, he could lay claim to our inheritance. Meanwhile, were squeezed into this tiny flat.
My daughter, newly divorced, is here with her baby. I help with the little one. My son rents a place with his girlfriend. Id hoped my daughter could stay with Mum during maternity leavebut no, Mums started a new life.
We barely speak now. Recently, my aunt from the countryside rang, scolding us. She said we ought to be happy for Mum, that she deserves joy. Dwelling on inheritance while shes still alive isnt right. But who understands my side?
Instead of inheriting Mums house, we might end up with some elderly stranger, saddled with his penniless relativesall eager for their share. So I know Im in the right here. Mum isnt.
