I finally raised the right amount of money to buy my daughter an apartment, I flew home on wings of joy.

On the question,Who's a strong person?It is customary to always respond with some book templates. For example, it is the leader of the team that will lead to success. Or, here, a climber who, in spite of everything, climbed to the top. Or even an ordinary drunkard who quit his long-term addiction. And the others what? Okay, gray mass. What strong personalities can there be, if life, in general, is the same for everyone.



Peels But there are actually plenty of people like that. The main thing is to pay attention in the right direction. A single mother who raised a mob of children is not a strong person? Or a student who, by all truths and falsehoods, did enter the educational institution he wanted and no one helped him in this. Victories may be small, but if they do not attract the attention of the masses, they will not cease to be victories.

It is not from a good life that people go to work abroad. Same thing happened to me. My husband and I were married almost on a thin straw. After the birth of his daughter, he started drinking. There seems to be no serious reason for this. Yeah, not much money. But will there be more of them from the constant festivities? He came home under a fly, sad. I told him that he understands everything perfectly, but he can do nothing with himself, as they jinxed.



Peels I found myself working at home. But it was more of a hobby than something serious. I tried all kinds of “women’s” craft, such as soap making, candle making, custom knitting. But after subtracting the materials spent, the result remained rather meager. I did not scold my husband, because I saw that it did not help him in any way, but only on the contrary, made him even sadder. But at least he loved our daughter to the core.

Then, as Dasha grew older, I talked to Fedey and asked him directly. Will he be able to live with our daughter if I leave behind the cordon? All he needs is order in the house and no feasts in front of her. Always have food, relative order and everything. I'll take care of the finances myself. Since there is an opportunity to earn away from family, you will have to take advantage of it. My husband accepted my offer and promised to behave properly. I've known him for a long time, so, not without nerves, I took on my shoulders the heavy burden of the breadwinner.



I do not want to talk about the hard working days of dishwashers in a foreign country. I'm sure there are enough stories like that without me. Personally, yes, I found a man there. Nothing serious, but loneliness is also part of suffering. Is it at least impossible to avoid it? So I thought I could and should. I also didn’t know how my husband was doing. He didn’t say anything about it, but he didn’t take anyone home. And Dasha would have told me everything.

In the fifth year of my business trip, so to speak, there was a grief. Fedie had a seizure he didn't survive. The heart, which was constantly poisoned, refused to work. And even though I knew that sooner or later it had to happen, I was very bitter about it. Anyway, I loved my husband. And he left early enough. It is good that Dasha was already 19 years old at that time and she was able to accept the loss with dignity.



I asked my sister to visit my niece more often, but the daughter was already quite independent, so it was not critical. Now I could go back. I had some money on my hands, so we could have had enough for a few years. But the whole mood was spoiled by one of my colleagues, who asked me why then I came at all, since I could not earn anything serious. After a little thought, I agreed with her.

Of course, you need to bring a normal amount with you so that your daughter has enough for her own housing. Otherwise, why would she tolerate a drinking father for so many years without a mother who should always be there? Then I rolled up my sleeves, saving money, worked for another 3 years, until, with the help of the same sister, I could not remotely transfer money to buy a good apartment. At least in the pictures she seemed like that.

My daughter met me not alone, but with my fiancé. The good news and the young ones had gifts. During the time that they were given from buying an apartment before my arrival, about six months, they managed to make cosmetic repairs, paste wallpaper. Clean up, in general. I was very proud of myself, even though I had to live in an old apartment. But it was nothing, secondary experiences.



But then the dust from the eyes fell and Dasha showed herself from the other side. You know, she was like a stranger to me. I had no right to interfere in her life in any way. She didn’t need money from me, nor did she need my presence. One day I noticed that her young man had a strange appearance in the evening, as if he was a little sober. So she threw me such a tantrum that the neighbors started hitting the pipes. Even they could hear everything.

The daughter made it clear that, although she was grateful for my gift, she was not interested in anything else. Once a month to call and talk about some nonsense and goodbye. I thought it was some kind of mockery. Her future son-in-law supported her in everything. He said they were a young family, albeit without stamps in their passport. But now it's his turn to take care of Dasha. And if she doesn't want my company, so be it.

I don't care. It was painful and unpleasant. It is sad to suddenly realize that during the whole time of my absence, my daughter simply ceased to perceive me as a family. Any mother would be sad.



The Peels are now quietly resigned. Now I know who is such a strong person. I live in my old apartment, eating savings. I don’t go to work because I don’t spend much, and I don’t know where to go. More and more I get the idea of spitting on everything, selling my living space and flying back to where I came from. I provided for my daughter, and now I can do whatever I want. Not that I'm already sitting on suitcases, but I hired a real estate agent a week ago. If no one wants you at home, you will find happiness somewhere.