I didn’t care about my health, I worked every weekend to build my house.

Many people work for years without a weekend to earn money. lodging. For Tamara, this was the main dream of her life. But when the desired goal was achieved, it turned out that it was not enough to become happy. What exactly broke the family peace of a hardworking woman, read further in the article.



My parents and I have been poor all our lives. My apartment never existed. Therefore, my main dream was to earn money for housing, my nest. When I was 35, I went to work abroad and started saving money to build a house. I wanted to be able to live in it and my daughter and future husband.

I rarely came home. I worked on weekends to get things done faster. I didn't care about myself or my health. I was just thinking about going back to my home country and living a completely different life. My daughter was in the care of my mother.



I gave birth early, so my mother helped me from the beginning. She, we can say, for Nastya became the second full-fledged mother. I went to Italy with a clear conscience. I knew my granddaughter wouldn’t be a burden to my grandmother. They had an unknown connection to me.

We started building the house 10 years later. My daughter was 25 at the time, and she was very involved. And then Nastya got married, and my new son-in-law joined the construction. Everyone knew that the whole family would live in the house. So it was in their best interest to finish all the work.

To bring the matter to an end, it took a full three years. I went to a housewarming party that my daughter arranged. It's painful to remember, but my mother didn't live to see it. We came together in a small family circle. And Nastya kept asking me when I was going home.



My daughter didn’t want me to come back so soon. But I wasn't in a hurry either. I decided to stay in Italy for a few more years. Besides, I couldn't just leave the person I've been caring for all these years. It's been 5 years since then. So I thought I'd come home for a while, just stay.

I was surprised when no one was waiting for me at home. Nastya gave me the smallest room in the house. She immediately showed that she was the hostess and should be considered. The house is decorated in my name. We started fighting all the time because I didn’t do what my daughter wanted.



I'll take her cup by accident, then I'll wipe my hands or dishes in the kitchen with the wrong towel. To household appliances Nastya did not allow me at all. Everything has to be done under her supervision, otherwise I'll break something, and repairs are expensive.

It made me so angry that we started fighting. I reminded my daughter whose money it was bought. And she started reproaching me for not being here when the house was being built. She put as much resources into it as I did.



I left without making peace with my daughter. I don't know what to do now. I can hardly live with her and my son-in-law. You know, I made a living, you know. I'm thinking about buying an apartment. But how many more years will it take to stay in Italy to earn money for a new home? How sad that my daughter grew up like this!

Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? “What you sow, you reap!” – that’s what I want to say to the main character of this story. After leaving for work, she left her daughter in the care of her grandmother. This could not but affect the relationship between Tamara and Nastya.



Clearly, they've drifted away. And I'm sure the girl has a long-standing resentment against her mother. However, this does not give her the right to command her mother, without whose money the house would not be built. If I were Tamara, I would return to my homeland and solve all family problems. What would you do?