Grandma said she would leave the apartment to me, but my mother meanly took it and did not give it to me.

The issue of inheritance is often acute and tense. And this does not depend on whether the testator had large financial assets or had almost nothing in his property. Even some of the rest. flatteryNaturally, it will cause a lot of controversy and resentment among the relatives who can get it. This is the time.



Our reader is faced with this problem. Sad, hurtful. But nothing can be proved, despite the fact that in her opinion, the mother was wrong.

Since childhood, my grandmother and I were not spilling water. Mother, as always, was busy with a new boyfriend: after the departure of her father from the family, her personal life never improved. But I didn’t care, because what could be more interesting than walking with Grandma and her endless interesting stories? It so happened that I did not have time to make friends and every weekend we spent holidays together.



© Freepik As I now understand, it was only on my mother’s hands. Well, great, I was fine with it, too. My grandmother taught me to wake up early and plan the day. She helped me with my self-esteem and convinced me that I would have the most beautiful fiancé. That school is not the most important, and especially the attitude of classmates. I loved my grandmother and saw her more as a friend, not just as an older, wise person.

But as time passed, I grew older. Appeared their teenage worries, first love, preparation for exams. I didn't see Grandma very often anymore, but I did visit her a couple of times a month. She kept praising me as I grew up and promised to leave the apartment if she found a fiancé. I was already uncomfortable with her words. She wanted her granddaughter to be with her longer. She was so sorry.



So I'm 20 years old. Celebrate with the whole family, especially I insisted that Grandma attend. As I remember now, she is cheerful, hung up, alive. She danced and made everyone laugh. Another toast was about the apartment. My mother shrugged her shoulders and said, “You are the hostess and do what you want.” I have a place to live.”

At the age of 23, I got married, already in a position. My husband and I still love each other to this day. But the first time was really bad. A rented apartment and a small child. In general, the household was depressing, as was the lack of money. My mother could not and did not want to help. I told you to take a babysitter. My grandmother, though old, sometimes sat with her granddaughter when she was strong.



When my husband and I got a little better financially, we even moved into two. The apartment is small, but we could afford the rent. And a couple of months later, we found out about the replenishment. My son was born a real hero. My daughter was 5 years old and you won’t believe it, but she helped me with everything. I was sad to know that my mother did not take any part in the upbringing of grandchildren, but what can you do?

And six months ago, Grandma died. I didn’t even know about her death, I was busy doing housework. But I clearly remembered her last gift: the apartment where I spent most of my childhood. Two-room Khrushchev, which, however, was much larger than the one where the four of us huddled. There's just one problem. Grandma did not have time to leave her wills.



And then my own mother let me down. She just chose to forget the promises her grandmother made to me about the apartment. No will, no apartment. Literally a week she put my dream in order, and then put it in the rental ad. Yes, they were found very quickly, and now the place where my family was supposed to live pleases others. Thank you, not for rent.

All my attempts at dialogue were immediately dismissed. Mom insists she's the only heiress, and Grandma didn't mean it. That it would be foolish not to take the opportunity and not give it up. I already have a place to live at a fairly low rate, so what else do I need? Shame. After all, a large part of our money goes to the apartment, and the children grow, and we need more money every day.



I'm not sure my mom and I will be on good terms. I'm not even sure we'll keep talking. My husband comforts me, nothing, we will live. I've got cats scratching in my heart. How can you do this to your only daughter?

Indeed, the situation is rather sad. Knowing the last will of the grandmother, the mother of our reader could fulfill it, especially thereby helping her own daughter. But nothing can be done by law. Perhaps you should just accept, maybe your mother will come to her senses and understand where she is wrong.