I live alone in a nice one-bedroom apartment in the center of the capital. My husband died five years ago, and from my aunt I inherited another “two-room”, in another, less prestigious area, but also with a good layout. I rented it to tenants, very neat young people, once a month I come to pay the rent and check the condition of the apartment. I haven’t had any complaints in two years.
When my son got married, he and his daughter-in-law decided to build a family life on their own, rented an apartment and started saving for the first mortgage payment. I did not object, although in the long term I planned to give my aunt’s place to them and then let them do with it as they wished, sell it, make their own repairs, redecorate, etc.
A year after the wedding, they had a son, and with the arrival of my grandson, I was even more strengthened in my thoughts to draw up the documents for my son. Just a week ago I changed my mind.
It was after my birthday, my 60th birthday. I decided to celebrate beautifully, primarily for myself, I booked a hall in a restaurant and invited many friends and acquaintances, of course, and my son and daughter-in-law.
We communicate smoothly with my daughter-in-law, she is quite emotional by nature, sometimes there are outbursts of not the most positive emotions, and in relation to me, too, but I put it all down to youth and not to collect stones from behind my back. But the way in which she put me in front of all the guests gathered, fundamentally changed my attitude toward her.
A young family came to the restaurant with a child, it is clear that a long stay in a fairly noisy atmosphere of the holiday they could not, my sister-in-law warned that in an hour they will leave, and I took it with an understanding.
When they were about to leave, my sister-in-law couldn’t find her phone, I followed her around looking for her gadget, and to make things easier, I dialed her number.
The guests saw us fussing and got a little quiet, and at that moment an angry growl, barking, and howling dog came from somewhere on the windowsill! Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the sound, my daughter-in-law was covered with red spots, rushed to the window, grabbed the phone and turned off the call.
People I knew were staring at her, then at me, then my brother took control of the situation, the music started, and he started to say another toast in my honor, but as the joke goes, “something stuck”.
Then, throughout the evening, I noticed the guests whispering among themselves, discussing the more than “original” call that my sister-in-law had set my number to. The next day I asked my son for an explanation, for he must have heard those dog howls more than once, but my son thought it was no big deal.
After that I have no contact with them, and I postponed the question of the housing gift until better times in our relationship. At the very least, I would like to hear a basic apology from my daughter-in-law and son. If they perceive me as a dog, well, that’s their right…
