Mom kicked me and my husband and children out of a three-room “Stalinka”, she is 66, I write off for age changes Bashny.Net

For someone. abroad It can seem too difficult and energy-consuming: you need to learn the language, move, look for housing, adapt to new realities. Such people assume that it is better to sit in your hometown and earn less. But family and friends are close, and the infrastructure is familiar. Why make life difficult? Others, on the contrary, want to change their lives, to see the world. Make money. What if there is such a possibility?



However, if we talk about a person and his desires, we should not forget about his duties. For example, it is difficult to go somewhere else to work, having a small child in your arms. Or vice versa. You want to sit in your village? Nobody mind. Oh, you're the head of a family whose job doesn't make any money? Then, please, figure out how to earn more so that your children do not need anything, at least until adulthood.

I do not believe that an elderly person should or should do anything to help their adult children. No, really, I don't think so. But here's what I'm sure is that a mother shouldn't interfere with her daughter's normal life. And if she makes a promise, let her keep it in action, not just in words. That’s exactly what happened in my case: my mother decided to just let her words go. And because of this, not only her daughter, but also her grandchildren suffer!

In short, my mother is 66 years old. I'm her only daughter. Literally the only person left. But I have to live with my husband and children in a rented apartment. While my mother lives in a three-room “Stalinka” with high ceilings. Yeah, it happens. They used to live there with their father, but after he left us, my mother doesn't always accept us as guests. Not something to do as cohabitants.



Peels Why is that? The thing is, my dad was always the person to turn to. He solved all problems, from blockages in the garbage pipeline to where you can and can not start business construction in the city. No, he wasn't a thug. He was an official. I don't think he was a bad person. He still has so many friends and acquaintances. And during his lifetime, guests often came to our house, among whom there were even famous artists, artists and writers. I was a kid then, but I still remember something.

My mother was a housewife at the time. Even though we had a cook, I had a nanny and so on. Mom always said she used to be the one who inspired Dad to be who he was. So all his merits automatically became his merits. I doubt that very much, though. But enough about my family's past. I will tell you what happened and why I decided to write here.



Peels
My aunt on my father's side has been living in Spain for 30 years. He even speaks with a good accent. That doesn’t stop her from being a very energetic person, even when she’s old. Well, she invited her mom to live with her. It's just that my aunt has a big villa too. Her children moved to another part of the country and she was alone. And what she and my mom have in common is a love of sunny weather. In addition, they are about the same age and the villa is quite spacious. There's plenty of room.

Here's my mom going abroad. She told me she wasn't going to sit around Dad's sister's neck. It will work, there is always some kind of part-time job. But to be honest, when I saw her packing three or four suitcases full of beach clothes, I just laughed to myself. Really, let him do what he wants. At her age, work is hard work. Starting work for the first time in your life is fantastic. But there's a question.



Peels "Of course." You can move in with me. I'll be gone for a long time, and the apartment needs care. I was thinking first of all if I could get tenants. But they're gonna turn everything upside down. And you can't prove anything to anyone later. Daughter, just watch the kids, please. They don’t make furniture like that! he said before he moved. And I certainly took advantage of them. So many years to live in someone else’s apartment, then to return to his home. You have no idea what that is.

We began to settle down, the children at first did not want to move because of friends. When I saw the apartment, I immediately changed my mind. They were new. The husband also said that he even somehow does not feel that his wife spent his childhood in such a luxurious apartment, but still chose him. That was very nice. To be honest, we’ve even gotten closer. Forget the routine. The owner of our rented apartment said that from next month she wants to increase the rent. So I told her everything I thought about her. Intelligent, of course, but quite understandable language.



Six months later, my mother called me and told me she was coming home. She didn't have a good relationship with my aunt, and she didn't find a job. At first, she thought Dad's sister would keep her ready. And that's basically what it was: food, housing, everything was behind her. But it's also boring. Mom wanted to go shopping. Then the second time, the third time. My aunt decided that it was no longer possible to tolerate such an attitude, and she stated this directly.

Then Mom thought it was stupid of her to give the apartment to me, her daughter. And we had to get tenants. She shared her thoughts with her aunt, and she, even more shocked, began to scream at her mother. In short, my mother was expelled from Spain. It was all my fault. Why? That's the character. Now mom's coming to assess the damage we've done to her property. And we urgently need to go back, because we will not all fit (only according to my mother).



So the situation is this: we are officially homeless. They won't let us into the old apartment, and I wouldn't go myself. Finding something suitable in a matter of days will not exactly work, this is already an option passed. Mom doesn't care about that kind of thing. But most importantly, I don’t know how to look my kids in the eye. We moved them, even though they weren't thrilled. Now we have to move somewhere anyway. And this place is definitely not better than my own apartment. What should I tell them when there is so little time left? I just have no idea. And that's very sad.