My daughter and son-in-law suggested selling my house to buy an apartment in the capital. I agreed, but with one condition: the apartment must be in my name. I needed the guarantee that I wouldn’t end up homeless in my old age. After me, it would be theirs. My son-in-law got furious, calling me greedy. They moved out two days later, and months passed with no contact. I thought time would heal things, but I haven’t heard from them since. Is she still angry, or has she simply moved on? 🤔
My daughter and son-in-law proposed selling my house to buy an apartment in the capital. I agreed, but with one condition: the apartment must be in my name. I explained my reasons to them:— I need a guarantee that I won’t be left homeless in my old age. After me, the apartment will be yours, and you can manage it as you wish.
My son-in-law exploded with anger, accusing me of being greedy and suspicious. But I stood firm. What happened in the next two days shattered my life. Now, I’m lost, unsure of what to do next.
Let me share my story:When my daughter was just six, I lost my wife. It was the hardest day of my life. At her funeral, I swore to dedicate every single day to caring for our daughter.
Since then, I’ve devoted all my time and energy to her. She grew up to be intelligent, obedient, and kind-hearted. She always tried to help me—she cleaned the house, studied hard, and made sure I was okay.
Then, a young man entered her life. She introduced him to me, and he immediately made a good impression. He was polite, calm, and genuinely seemed to care for her.When they announced they were getting married and wanted to live with me, I was happy.
But things quickly changed. After the wedding, my son-in-law seemed to transform. He became cold towards me, often irritable, and sometimes even aggressive. I tried not to let it get to me—for my daughter’s sake.
Then came the idea of selling my house and buying an apartment in the city. I agreed, but with the condition that the apartment would be in my name. I explained:— I need the guarantee that I won’t be left out on the streets when I’m old. After me, it will be yours.
My son-in-law erupted in fury, calling me selfish and suspicious. But I stood my ground. They packed up their things and moved to the city within two days.
At first, I thought it was just a matter of pride and that everything would settle over time. But months have passed, and I haven’t received a single phone call or visit.
Recently, I turned 60. I thought my daughter would remember. I spent the morning cleaning, cooking her favorite dishes, and waiting for her. Every noise outside made me jump.
But as the day wore on, she didn’t show up. I waited until evening, until it got dark. In the end, I packed the food away, changed, and went to bed.
Tears ran down my cheeks. Maybe I hurt her, but I only ever meant to do my best…Since then, I’ve been wondering: Is she really that angry with me? Or has her life changed so much that I no longer matter to her? 😔