Everyone has problems in life. In fact, human life is an obstacle course of problems. With occasional islands of rest. But I, in addition to my current problems, have another one: my daughter.
I am 48 years old, divorced, and have had two children. The older son is completely independent, has been living separately for a long time, in another city, and does not need my help, on the contrary, he helps himself either with money or in his visits. But the younger daughter is totally infantile and helpless, and always demands that I help her with her grandchildren. But I have a house and a household which also needs an eye and an eye, and I also work part-time. It is clear to all and sundry that I have enough to worry about. But not my daughter.
She somehow believes that I am at home beating the crap, and so I have to run to her at her first request. And if I refuse her, because she is busy, she takes offense. She lives a few kilometers away from me, and each trip to her takes me five to six hours. My blood pressure often rises, and children are very noisy and naughty, it is very hard for me to cope with them. And my daughter will leave them with me and go to her friends all day.
But my daughter doesn’t want to accept my indignation or rejection. If my daughter needs me to look after her children so much, then let her come to me, take care of the household and take care of the house, and in the meantime I will go to her and look after my grandchildren. And she…
My daughter says I have to help her. Doesn’t she have to take care of me herself? Help out around the house? No? Then I don’t have to do anything either. So I told her. And she made a habit of calling at the drop of a hat and demanding to see me at work.
Now my phone is silent. I do not think that for a long time. Well, while I do my home and farm, at least at an old age and have to think about themselves, about their health, maybe I still want to get married. And then first grow children, then grandchildren, and when to live?
