I looked after my husbands grandfather for ten years. Back then, we were all squeezed togetherkids, grandad, and mein a rented flat. Meanwhile, my husbands sister, Alice, was comfortably living in grandad’s flat. Nobody else had the slightest interest in the old fellownot my mother-in-law, not the grandkids. Honestly, my own life hadnt exactly gone swimminglynever finished uni, fell pregnant a bit too soon, and simply never launched any sort of impressive career.
Every day felt like déjà vu: switching between nursing grandad and wrangling the kids.
My husband wasnt a fan of the constant drama at home and, more often than not, disappeared. Trouble was, no other woman wanted a man with kids and no house, so hed inevitably slink back to me. I forgave him, although the passion had gone stone cold. I kept him around for practical reasons: money for the kids and grandads telly license.
Alice, meanwhile, only popped in now and then, always with an agendaeither to badger grandad for his pension or to moan about their dire finances. Not that her lot were ever hard up. Rent-free living left them with cash to burn on Spanish beaches.
Five years ago, grandad decided to leave me his flat in his will:
Youve become dearer to me than the lot of them put together. My grandsons a hopeless casehed just give the place to his mum or Alice. Let your kidsmy great-grandkidslive here. Call it your reward for all the effort. This way, you wont curse me later for putting you lot through the wringer.
Naturally, not a single family member was aware of this. The moment grandads health shot downhill, both his daughter and Alice became regular visitors, brandishing concern. Grandad, of course, saw right through it all.
After the old gent passed, the inheritance situation exploded. My mother-in-law and Alice managed to press-gang my husband into waiving his claim on the flatafter all, Alice was living there. He caved in, clueless about the will.
The very next day, my husband started packing his bags and announced hed found someone new. I only stayed for you to take care of grandad, he said, not an ounce of remorse. Off he went, and honestly, I felt like someone had lifted a grand piano off my chest.
When the rest of them got wind of the will, the family declared war. There were threats, accusations and drama worthy of EastEnders.
Listen here, youre never getting that flat! Not sure what sort of care you gave grandad or how you managed to trick him into giving you the place, but over my dead body. Youre a gold-digger, and well prove it in court.
Thats when it hit me: I could finally tell the lot of them to shove off. So I didbags, baggage, and bad temper.
Their words? Didnt bother me in the least. Ive got a proper job now, my children and I have our own home, and best of all, Im free from that family circus.
So, what would you have done if you were in my shoes?
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