My daughter Kate got married quite late – at the age of twenty-seven. I was very happy that she finally found her man. A year later Kate got pregnant: I was getting too old to wait. My daughter gave me a beautiful grandson.
Kate is my only child. My husband died, the rest of my relatives live far away, so we are alone with each other. My young parents invited me to live in the city, so that I wouldn’t be lonely.
They didn’t have much housing: it was a two-room apartment, but it was a small apartment. At first we didn’t have to live too closely together. I constantly took care of the household, and the couple could spend more time alone – everyone was happy. I’ll be honest, my daughter did almost nothing around the house.
When the baby cried at night, it was almost always me who woke up. As a mother, I wanted to help my daughter as much as possible, knowing how hard it was to raise a young child. I did everything I could to make sure that she and her husband had time for themselves, that everyone felt happy.
As time went on. The baby turned one year old. There was less yelling, stress and sleepless nights. It turned out that I was now a burden to my family, an extra person in the apartment. I learned this from overheard conversations:
“We have a small apartment, there is a catastrophic shortage of space. There’s a constant jam in every room, no peace. Do you have to put up with it?” said my son-in-law. – stated my son-in-law.
“Well, what am I supposed to do? Not throw my own mother out on the street?” – the daughter interceded.
“There’s no need for pity. She has her own house in the village, where she lived perfectly well, until we called her to move in with us.
I felt so hurt by these words that I silently packed my things and left. My daughter and son-in-law even began to swear that I was making them worry. But I think this is ostentatious. In fact, my son-in-law can see that he is happy to get rid of me, and he doesn’t care how or where I will live. I went to the village by bus, although my son-in-law has his own car.
The village house was in terrible condition: the paint is peeling, the roof leaks, blows into the windows. Well, what to do, I’ll have to live somehow…
