I have been divorced for 6 years now. I was living with my 7 year old daughter in a rented apartment until recently.
I made this decision on my own because I didn’t want to cause my mother and grandmother any more problems. My salary was enough for me and my daughter. Also, I found myself a good part-time job, making videos to order. And my husband pays alimony on a regular basis.
Over time, I have managed to save up the necessary amount to buy my own studio apartment. The apartment, however, is not big, only 23 square meters.
The first time after my divorce from her husband, I was very difficult financially. There was no support from family and friends, everyone just blamed me for ruining the family. And this after my husband cheated on me with my own girlfriend.
My own aunt, who was also my godmother, only rebuked me. She told my mother that I was a loser, and used her own daughter as an example, who was married, had a child, her own home and a car.
Of course, I was very offended to hear such words in my address. But to stop communicating with her I could not, as we often crossed paths in the apartment of my mother and grandmother, who had passed away recently.
But our last meeting was memorable for the rest of my life. And if I had known the reason everyone was going, I wouldn’t have come. My mother called me and told me she had an urgent matter.
This time my aunt refrained from praising her family. She admitted that their family was going through a rough time at the moment. In addition to the mortgage, they had a car loan and an apartment repair loan.
That’s when I found out that part of the money was given to them by their grandmother. The pensions of war veterans were decent. After my grandmother’s death and her daughter’s reduction, all the payments fell on my husband’s shoulders. Of course, I could not bear the burden of such a debt alone.
I expressed my sympathy to my aunt. But what I heard next was shocking. My aunt asked me for help. I honestly did not understand what I could do for them. I am a single mom, living in a small studio apartment and such. My godmother suggested that I sell my apartment and move in with my mother. And when they got things right, they’d give me all the money back in full.
I was outraged. How could they even think of such an idea? When they were doing well, they called me a loser, and now help them, to their detriment. Why do I have to sell my apartment?
I didn’t hesitate to refuse my aunt’s request. I was surprised by my mother’s reaction. She called me selfish. Since then my communication with my relatives has been reduced to zero. I’m sure that I’m right, although I feel bad.
