You know what it’s like in old people’s lives when they start to regret how they’ve lived their lives? Suddenly they realize that they could have had a much better life, but instead they spent it on things no one wanted. Always regretting it and asking their descendants not to repeat their mistakes. So I decided to “break the pattern” and live for myself at least in my old age. I am in my eighties, but my health allows me to lead a free life.
And I am not ashamed. And I cannot be ashamed of living and acting this way, because my whole life has always been for other people. In one period for my husband, in another for my children. Now the third period is for me. You can accuse me of being inconsiderate all you want, but I don’t care. Right now I’m trying to get my children to give up their apartment and stop communicating with them, at least for a while.
In their heads, they gave up on me a long time ago, and you can feel it in their attitude toward me. They started to use my house as if it were their own. My son put his son and his fiancée in my house without even asking my opinion. His words, “Be patient with your grandmother, how long does she have?” woke me up as if from a dream. I remembered that I still existed, that I was still alive, and that I had already performed all my duties.
To say that the kids were surprised when I kicked my grandson and his little girl out and changed the locks was nothing to say. They began to demand a share of my own house. My own son sued to sell my house and get the money he needed for his son. Thanks to my husband, my children have absolutely nothing to do with my property. Naturally, I will leave everything to them in my will, but not now.
At least for the last phase of my life, I want to feel completely free. I don’t want to depend on anyone, I don’t want to be accountable or think that I owe anyone anything. No, my only desire is to breathe freely without any “need.
