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I am tired of waiting for help from my children, they just shrug me off, but I will not tolerate it, it is time to teach them a lesson.
At what age is an elderly person officially considered old? According to the World Health Organization, this is between 75 and 90 years old. Before these numbers, the age is still at the “older” mark. But, in fact, this is only a formal designation of age, so to speak, for convenience. After all, there are people who even in their 80+ years can give a head start, if not young, then the average fifty-year-old certainly. And in Japan, the atmosphere is different: there are ninety-year-olds engaged in ordinary physical labor and do it with pleasure.
But that doesn’t mean every retiree has to take out skis from the balcony and go break world records. In the end, a person may have a desire to simply take a break from righteous labor and do some things that he has always dreamed of. The state and, of course, the heirs should help. It was for their benefit that so much work was done and a huge amount of effort was spent. Debt is red, everyone knows that.
Most of my life my husband and I worked in the industry. Started from the bottom, then the husband became the head of the shop. When the country fell apart, it was hard. But we put two kids on our feet, and we didn't do anything criminal or embarrassing. I am proud of my life, and I honestly miss my deceased husband, the only man with whom I felt happy.
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Peels I'm 71 now. With a healthy memory, I think normally. Although I see how some of my peers fall into some kind of internal crisis, change and become those old women, about whom it would be better not to think at all. Because that only makes me sad and a little scared. There is nothing to say about peers, men leave before women, this is a fact. If it weren’t for bad habits and hard work, who knows what it would be.
Physically, I'm doing pretty well, too. Or rather, it was until recently. Hands and feet are intact, nothing hurts, even the teeth are almost all their own. But six months ago, I started having some small bouts of dizziness. A few seconds, and it's okay again. I didn't care, but then the migraines started. I'm not used to them at all. I had to lie in bed for a long time and do nothing. How boring and unpleasant it is!
Peels Doctors said I needed routine care for my age, fresh air and minimal activity. Then it will be easier for me, and the headache, if it does not go away, will definitely decrease much. I'm mostly healthy. Good news, right? But if you look at it, it's not. The thing is, there's no one to look after me. I even have to go to the store myself. Although two streets from my house lives a son and family. And if you drive a few more kilometers, you can visit your daughter.
And they both refused to help me. Not directly, of course, but they made it clear that they are adults, with their families and children. And they just don't have time for me. They can give you some money, yes. But nothing more. Again, we are literally within walking distance of each other. They also have the opportunity to come by car. There is no desire to visit a sick mother, because the head is full of personal worries.
I couldn't take that thought for a long time. My husband and I raised our children with love and care. Although you could wave your hand, as is customary in our time, give it to a regular school, and there – whatever you want, do it. But no, we asked teachers to stay with them for extra classes. Not for free, of course. They hired tutors. If only they got into a good university and got a chance to achieve something in life. Not to say that any of my children grab the stars from the sky, but they are not poor.
The only thing we taught them one hundred percent was to be safe. In everything, from working moments to domestic problems. And since we bought them the real estate as wedding gifts, each of their apartments has been rewritten for me. In case of divorce, there are no complaints. Sharing what property? Everything is written on my mother, I know nothing, make claims to her!
But with age, the softness in my character evaporated. The kids were away from me and I was away from them. They became adults, strangers. If before I expected them to call, just talk like a day went by, now it is already a burden for me. Even the grandkids I used to be willing to carry for days have now become annoying teenagers. And this is not the point of view of a bad old woman, just learn to face the truth! It's true.
At what age is an elderly person officially considered old? I think my age is right there. So, the children have grown up, it’s time to give them a debt. Since they don’t have time for their own mother, I can simply evict them and their families from their apartments and spend the rest of their lives as I would like to. Stop being humble, who do I want to impress? Maybe I'll travel. Maybe I'll sign up for some elite boarding house. As I said, I don't like peers, but at least the care is decent.
After all, how to go to rest in another country, children quickly have money. Cars, expensive things, everything you need. I don't have enough for my own mother. My son and daughter, hearing my decision, began to hiss straight at me. They really didn't like it. Am I supposed to be afraid of them? All according to the law, besides, it was me who earned them. With my father. So I'll just take mine.
Even if they start pretending to remember my existence again, even if they start visiting with cakes that bother me, I don't think my opinion will change. Just disappointed. If they want, they will rent another home. And in general, I think they have money to buy, just a pity to get out from under the pillow. It doesn't matter what happens next. I lived for someone else for too long and got nothing out of it. It's time for this old lady to think a little about herself.
But that doesn’t mean every retiree has to take out skis from the balcony and go break world records. In the end, a person may have a desire to simply take a break from righteous labor and do some things that he has always dreamed of. The state and, of course, the heirs should help. It was for their benefit that so much work was done and a huge amount of effort was spent. Debt is red, everyone knows that.
Most of my life my husband and I worked in the industry. Started from the bottom, then the husband became the head of the shop. When the country fell apart, it was hard. But we put two kids on our feet, and we didn't do anything criminal or embarrassing. I am proud of my life, and I honestly miss my deceased husband, the only man with whom I felt happy.
178948
Peels I'm 71 now. With a healthy memory, I think normally. Although I see how some of my peers fall into some kind of internal crisis, change and become those old women, about whom it would be better not to think at all. Because that only makes me sad and a little scared. There is nothing to say about peers, men leave before women, this is a fact. If it weren’t for bad habits and hard work, who knows what it would be.
Physically, I'm doing pretty well, too. Or rather, it was until recently. Hands and feet are intact, nothing hurts, even the teeth are almost all their own. But six months ago, I started having some small bouts of dizziness. A few seconds, and it's okay again. I didn't care, but then the migraines started. I'm not used to them at all. I had to lie in bed for a long time and do nothing. How boring and unpleasant it is!
Peels Doctors said I needed routine care for my age, fresh air and minimal activity. Then it will be easier for me, and the headache, if it does not go away, will definitely decrease much. I'm mostly healthy. Good news, right? But if you look at it, it's not. The thing is, there's no one to look after me. I even have to go to the store myself. Although two streets from my house lives a son and family. And if you drive a few more kilometers, you can visit your daughter.
And they both refused to help me. Not directly, of course, but they made it clear that they are adults, with their families and children. And they just don't have time for me. They can give you some money, yes. But nothing more. Again, we are literally within walking distance of each other. They also have the opportunity to come by car. There is no desire to visit a sick mother, because the head is full of personal worries.
I couldn't take that thought for a long time. My husband and I raised our children with love and care. Although you could wave your hand, as is customary in our time, give it to a regular school, and there – whatever you want, do it. But no, we asked teachers to stay with them for extra classes. Not for free, of course. They hired tutors. If only they got into a good university and got a chance to achieve something in life. Not to say that any of my children grab the stars from the sky, but they are not poor.
The only thing we taught them one hundred percent was to be safe. In everything, from working moments to domestic problems. And since we bought them the real estate as wedding gifts, each of their apartments has been rewritten for me. In case of divorce, there are no complaints. Sharing what property? Everything is written on my mother, I know nothing, make claims to her!
But with age, the softness in my character evaporated. The kids were away from me and I was away from them. They became adults, strangers. If before I expected them to call, just talk like a day went by, now it is already a burden for me. Even the grandkids I used to be willing to carry for days have now become annoying teenagers. And this is not the point of view of a bad old woman, just learn to face the truth! It's true.
At what age is an elderly person officially considered old? I think my age is right there. So, the children have grown up, it’s time to give them a debt. Since they don’t have time for their own mother, I can simply evict them and their families from their apartments and spend the rest of their lives as I would like to. Stop being humble, who do I want to impress? Maybe I'll travel. Maybe I'll sign up for some elite boarding house. As I said, I don't like peers, but at least the care is decent.
After all, how to go to rest in another country, children quickly have money. Cars, expensive things, everything you need. I don't have enough for my own mother. My son and daughter, hearing my decision, began to hiss straight at me. They really didn't like it. Am I supposed to be afraid of them? All according to the law, besides, it was me who earned them. With my father. So I'll just take mine.
Even if they start pretending to remember my existence again, even if they start visiting with cakes that bother me, I don't think my opinion will change. Just disappointed. If they want, they will rent another home. And in general, I think they have money to buy, just a pity to get out from under the pillow. It doesn't matter what happens next. I lived for someone else for too long and got nothing out of it. It's time for this old lady to think a little about herself.
My mother-in-law found out that our son has the first group, which is different from my husband and I, and now says that I had a baby.
On Dmitrievskaya Parental Saturday I go to the churchyard, I prepare for this day in advance to do everything correctly.