According to the decision of my grandmother, her apartment was to go to me. Although it is more correct to say that I took it on credit. In five years I managed to pay half of the price of my grandmother’s property. Even after the first installment, the old lady issued a deed of gift in my name.
The installment plan was for ten years. Every month I paid a certain amount of money to my grandmother. Although I could not do it, because the agreement was verbal. Still, we lived together, so I acted according to my conscience. In addition to paying for the apartment, I had to buy clothes, food and everything else necessary.
The old lady managed her money independently. She had a pension and the proceeds from the apartment, which she spent on gifts for my mother and sister, then on the wedding of her granddaughter, then on repairs in their house. I did not get involved in these matters, because they did not concern me.
But when my grandmother passed away, my mother decided that I should pay her the money for the apartment. She literally demanded money from me and could call around the clock or come at six in the morning.
Of course, I refused to pay the money to my mother. Instead, she accused me of fraud, and told everyone around that she would teach me a lesson and return her apartment. My sister supported me in this situation and tried to explain to my mother that everyone got what they deserved.
After all, the grandmother wanted to rewrite the apartment to me, and all the furniture and appliances were bought for my money, which I gave to the old woman.
But the mother was not convinced by any arguments. She continued to believe that she was deceived. However, for some reason, the situations when my grandmother needed help and it was me who gave her money and paid for the treatment were erased from her memory. The mother was not going to lend a helping hand, because she knew that she would not benefit. It turns out that for five years she did not care that the apartment would be mine, but now she thinks differently.
Now relatives and friends of my mother convince me that I did wrong. In their opinion, I should return the deserved property to my mother or sell the apartment and divide the money between the three of us.
But my conscience is clear, because I spent a lot of money on this apartment, which is almost equal to its price. And this is not taking into account the fact that I took care of my grandmother, cooked for her and was constantly with her when she was in the hospital. And now someone dares to accuse me of deception and mercantilism?
In the end, I was tired of these reproaches and constant visits of uninvited guests. I put the apartment for sale and moved out. But my mother found out about it and decided to borrow money from her family to buy the apartment. She was convinced that I would return part of the money from the sale. But I will not give her anything, although deep down I would like to do it.
