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Несподіване повернення: мама з минулого претендує на мою квартиру після 10 років розлуки!
Відвідала мене мама, яку я не бачила вже 10 років, і вимагає віддати їй мою квартиру!
Я перейшла до другого класу, коли мама вирішила залишити мене на виховання бабусі, заявивши, що зараз не має можливості доглядати за мною. Бабуся і я прекрасно знали, що справа зовсім не в «можливості», а в її новому чоловікові, який терпіти не міг доньку від іншого. Мама ж була настільки зациклена на ньому, що слухала лише його.
Бабуся сприйняла мене, як рідну дитину, навіть якщо і не любила мою маму всім серцем. Ми жили лише з її пенсії – фактично, виживали.
Мене завжди тішило, коли вона казала, що характером я вдалася в її покійного чоловіка, а не в маму. Бабуся була неподалік, підтримувала мене і була моєю справжньою сім’єю.
Бабусі не стало, коли мені було 19 років. На щастя, вона встигла залишити мені трьохкімнатну квартиру, що залишилася від неї, тому я мала дах над головою.
Пів року потому на моєму порозі з’являється мама, яку я не бачила 10 років і яка навіть не захотіла прийти на похорон бабусі. Спочатку мама розповідала, як сильно скучала, а потім перейшла до справи. Вона вимагала, щоб я помінялася з нею квартирами, адже їм з вітчимом було тісно в однокімнатній, а мені одній не потрібні три кімнати.
Я сказала, що нічим не зобов’язана їй. У відповідь почула багато образливих слів; особливо смішно було, коли вона казала, що я невдячна, бо вона мене народила і виховала.
Я вигнала її зі своєї квартири і наступні п’ять років жила без неї.
За ці п’ять років я стала дружиною і матір’ю чудового трирічного сина.
Коли на моєму порозі знову з’явилася засмучена мама, це вже не викликало у мене жодних емоцій. Я вислухала її історію про те, як вони з вітчимом продали квартиру, хотіли купити більшу, але він зник з усіма грошима, і вона залишилася без даху над головою. Вона була переконана, що тепер я точно її пошкодую і дозволю жити з нами, але помилилася.
Я дозволила переночувати в нашому домі лише одну ніч. А наступного дня зателефонувала старій бабусиній подрузі, якій була потрібна допомога, і запропонувала маму як помічницю з умовою, що вона зможе там жити.
Жінка одразу погодилася. Звісно, мамі це не сподобалося і вона влаштувала знову скандал, кричала, що я невдячна. Але вибору у неї не було, тому прийняла цю пропозицію.
Я не можу зрозуміти, за що маю бути вдячна жінці, що покинула мене, обрала чоловіка й відвідала лише двічі. Можливо, я чогось не розумію, але за таке не дякують!
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