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The homeless woman lived with her mother-in-law for 15 years and listened all the time that she came to everything ready.
Should we endure? injustice Especially if it comes from relatives with whom you have lived for many years. Or should we break this cycle and live our lives?
At first glance, the answer is obvious, but it is not so simple. If your age is “far beyond” and there are no alternatives, you have to either put up with the present or ask for help from your closest and friends. It's certainly a sad experience.
I am a typical native of the countryside. It was only recently, despite my age, that I learned what the Internet is. Sometimes I sit here exchanging comments and various messages. Watching recipes. Anyway, I'm resting.
My story may not be very interesting, but I decided to share it with you. I was born 64 years ago. Our family was poor. I did not have a childhood as such. Eternal help around the house, work, negative attitude in the family. It's no wonder I was married by the time I was 19.
The family of Andrew, my betrothed, was much richer. They had only two children: Andrew, my husband, and Anya, his sister. There was a farm and even good relations with the head of the collective farm. Prospect, so to speak. So I worked tirelessly to somehow repay these people for taking me home. I was so wrong.
My husband and I worked for days even after the baby was born. After the birth of the second grandparents looked at them as if they were strangers. Meanwhile, my husband's sister and her family moved to the capital. There are better prospects and a warm place.
Years passed. Realizing that there would never be such a relationship with us, I suggested that Andrei sell the car (Zhiguli, it seems), save some money and move. All the “exhaust” from the farm went to the capital. My husband and I didn’t get a ruble. There was not enough money, because the children had to be dressed, and the school, unfortunately, is not as free as the state promised us.
Eventually my husband agreed and we moved. On the street next to the house where they lived for many years. You know what's changed? Pretty much nothing. My mother-in-law and my mother-in-law came to us almost every day and enjoyed dinner at our expense. Very opaque hinted that it was time for us to come and help them with the housework. There was no talk of helping our family financially.
Sister Andrew began to come less and less. Previously, she and her husband and children brought all sorts of goodies, and in return took cash and left with a great mood. Now the children have grown up, the parents are old and it is not so interesting to come.
We've grown old too, but thank goodness the kids haven't forgotten us. We studied, got a job in the city and sent us some money. This is enough for the village, unless you have bad habits.
My father-in-law introduced himself. Fixed something on the roof and fell. You've suffered. It's time for an inheritance. The house, as you can see, belongs to us. The house that I hated most of my life was taken over. Such “happiness” also cost us a round sum to draw up all the documents from the notary and so on.
I really wanted Anna to take the house and sell it. She has more opportunities to sell, and money to design. We don’t need him, and we also need him. Not an inheritance, but a whole punishment.
And now the most interesting thing: recently sick mother-in-law, so that does not get up. Of course, the husband helps as much as he can - it's his mother. But only he is busy, I have to clean and take care of him. And this old woman seems to have finally decided to tell me how she feels about us.
It turns out that she raised her son in her old age and his children, and especially me, she is absolutely not interested. She doesn't want us. Just the fact that I hear it from her, lying down, she does not care.
I beg her husband to contact her sister and she will take her mother away for the winter. There is no central heating in our house and we often have to wash. It’s always cold, especially when you have to dry your clothes. No husband. The house is on us, so the father-in-law is on top. Help me, can something be done legally? I'm not young anymore, and at the end of my life I can't bear that kind of burden.
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In fact, it's a very sad case. Desperation just blows, and something is not possible to do. We need to talk to Anna or contact some social services. What if you just can’t take care of an older person?
At first glance, the answer is obvious, but it is not so simple. If your age is “far beyond” and there are no alternatives, you have to either put up with the present or ask for help from your closest and friends. It's certainly a sad experience.
I am a typical native of the countryside. It was only recently, despite my age, that I learned what the Internet is. Sometimes I sit here exchanging comments and various messages. Watching recipes. Anyway, I'm resting.
My story may not be very interesting, but I decided to share it with you. I was born 64 years ago. Our family was poor. I did not have a childhood as such. Eternal help around the house, work, negative attitude in the family. It's no wonder I was married by the time I was 19.
The family of Andrew, my betrothed, was much richer. They had only two children: Andrew, my husband, and Anya, his sister. There was a farm and even good relations with the head of the collective farm. Prospect, so to speak. So I worked tirelessly to somehow repay these people for taking me home. I was so wrong.
My husband and I worked for days even after the baby was born. After the birth of the second grandparents looked at them as if they were strangers. Meanwhile, my husband's sister and her family moved to the capital. There are better prospects and a warm place.
Years passed. Realizing that there would never be such a relationship with us, I suggested that Andrei sell the car (Zhiguli, it seems), save some money and move. All the “exhaust” from the farm went to the capital. My husband and I didn’t get a ruble. There was not enough money, because the children had to be dressed, and the school, unfortunately, is not as free as the state promised us.
Eventually my husband agreed and we moved. On the street next to the house where they lived for many years. You know what's changed? Pretty much nothing. My mother-in-law and my mother-in-law came to us almost every day and enjoyed dinner at our expense. Very opaque hinted that it was time for us to come and help them with the housework. There was no talk of helping our family financially.
Sister Andrew began to come less and less. Previously, she and her husband and children brought all sorts of goodies, and in return took cash and left with a great mood. Now the children have grown up, the parents are old and it is not so interesting to come.
We've grown old too, but thank goodness the kids haven't forgotten us. We studied, got a job in the city and sent us some money. This is enough for the village, unless you have bad habits.
My father-in-law introduced himself. Fixed something on the roof and fell. You've suffered. It's time for an inheritance. The house, as you can see, belongs to us. The house that I hated most of my life was taken over. Such “happiness” also cost us a round sum to draw up all the documents from the notary and so on.
I really wanted Anna to take the house and sell it. She has more opportunities to sell, and money to design. We don’t need him, and we also need him. Not an inheritance, but a whole punishment.
And now the most interesting thing: recently sick mother-in-law, so that does not get up. Of course, the husband helps as much as he can - it's his mother. But only he is busy, I have to clean and take care of him. And this old woman seems to have finally decided to tell me how she feels about us.
It turns out that she raised her son in her old age and his children, and especially me, she is absolutely not interested. She doesn't want us. Just the fact that I hear it from her, lying down, she does not care.
I beg her husband to contact her sister and she will take her mother away for the winter. There is no central heating in our house and we often have to wash. It’s always cold, especially when you have to dry your clothes. No husband. The house is on us, so the father-in-law is on top. Help me, can something be done legally? I'm not young anymore, and at the end of my life I can't bear that kind of burden.
539377
In fact, it's a very sad case. Desperation just blows, and something is not possible to do. We need to talk to Anna or contact some social services. What if you just can’t take care of an older person?
Mom's way to clean window frames and sliding door systems from dirt that has accumulated over the winter
I bought my mother a machine with a vertical load, have not seen her so happy for a long time, things like new.