When my grandmother died, the whole family gathered, but not to say goodbye, but to hear who will get the apartment.

In our youth, many of us do not have any special career or financial achievements. It is understandable, because a career should start from scratch, and save, oh, how do not want. I want to live and enjoy life. So, such a sad "gift" as patrimony That could be very helpful.



But do not forget that the division of inheritance, especially real estate - a thing quite heavy, and sometimes downright disgusting. People forget that they are not strangers to each other. They try to achieve their benefits with all their might, and as a result they scandalize and lose all family ties. And for what? Sad but common practice.

For as long as I can remember, I had the best relationship with my grandmother. And it wasn't even at my request. She was more interested in me than her younger brother and sister. I used to think it was because I was the older one, so I had to take on more responsibilities and look after the other kids.

Even after I grew up and found myself a girl, my friendship with Grandma didn’t go away. I forgot to write that I live in a small village, so I don’t have much time.



Once or twice a week, I would go to my grandmother's house with the latest news. Sometimes alone, and sometimes with Dasha, my then fiancée. They also became friends and my grandmother was very happy with our couple. Then, when I had the opportunity to rent an apartment, she even came to visit us. Often with hotels or even some household items. Said the young family could use anything.

Meanwhile, my mom got cold. She said that since I am an adult, I must learn to pull the strap like a real man. She could even yell at me sometimes that I was making Grandma come to me. Although it was completely voluntary, I never asked my grandmother for anything. I couldn't even think of that.

To Dasha, my mother did not feel enthusiastic feelings either. She knew her parents well, but they had little contact. But that's another story. I’ll tell you more about the fact that my “dad” left my mother when I was a little girl. But he lived in a nearby village. I've even seen him a couple of times. I would never have known him, but my neighbors did.



When my grandmother started to get sick, I started to come to her more often, we sat for a long time and just talked. She then remembered her youth, talked about friends, about her mother. But she seemed to avoid certain topics. I saw that she tried to restrain herself, but it tormented her. Especially when the three of us were talking to Dasha.

And at the end, just before we left, my grandmother and I had a frank conversation. She cried without tears, but overpowered herself and revealed a family secret to me. It turned out that my father was actually my mother’s first love. And my brother and sister are halfway. My mother decided that there was no need to complicate everything and this fact should be left in the past. Though it felt like it to me. That I'm an unloved son.



Half a village came to my grandmother to say goodbye. I knew a lot of people loved her, but I didn’t know that much. When she was young, she held a good public office, so almost everyone knew her. But to respect... You know how people feel about former managers. But Grandma was really loved. And I probably loved more than anyone else.

My family, let’s say, has no warm feelings. For example, my new stepfather didn’t even say hello to me. My mom didn't shed a tear. As it seemed to me, everyone had been waiting for my grandmother to leave us for a long time, so no one felt any special emotions. Which is really weird, considering the women I don't know were crying at funerals.



Emotions appeared later when the will of the deceased was announced. It turned out that she left her good apartment to me and Dasha. And her last wish was for us to live together and not forget that no matter what, we are all family. Yes, then I saw what emotions are.

My mother took me aside and reproached me for a long time that I dared to appease an elderly woman who made the wrong decision. That I should give up the inheritance and re-register it quickly. She even raised her voice in front of me. My brother and sister just stared at me. I don’t know what complaints they had against me.



My ex-dad came up and said hello. I tried to talk and asked what I would do with the new property, maybe I was going to sell it. But I didn't want to continue that conversation. My loved ones obviously wanted me to give them the apartment. And I didn't mind.

But Dasha changed my mind. She reasonably noticed that I had nothing to do. Because Grandma wouldn't want that. And what she would really like is if we lived together like husband and wife in her apartment. Kind of mercantile, don't you think? But on the whole, I agreed with her. I should have started becoming an adult. Which means it's tough. Like my mom and my dad. I'll probably never see my father again.



Peels Dasha is my wife now. And I'm her happy husband. We moved in with Grandma. With everything and everything. Both are working and are planning to have a baby. I began to communicate with my mother-in-law, she turned out to be a pleasant woman, the opposite of what my mother constantly told me. I rarely see my mom. Mostly by accident. But if it is such a price for a normal life in peace and harmony, I am willing to pay it. Because I'm the eldest son and I need to be responsible and an adult.