Honestly, I hold a grudge against my mother. The thing is, when my father found someone else, she walked away with her head held high. She never fought for what we were owed. In my view, if he was the one who cheated, she should have demanded the flat and the money from him. Instead, we ended up living in a hostel, in terrible conditions. There were times when we had to beg potatoes from the neighbours because there was simply nothing to eat.
My mother always had too soft a nature. She gave in to everyone, never stood up for herself. I could never understand that. When I was twelve, my grandmother died and my aunt took her house for herself. My mother didn’t argue, even though we had nowhere to live.
So at fifteen, I was eager to leave home and went to study at a technical college in another city. Later I got into university, and in my second year I opened a computer repair business with a classmate. We were lucky because we were the first. Ten years on, we now have two workshops and three shops. Even though my wife and I lived in a rented flat, the first thing I did was buy a home for my mother. My beloved Charlotte was deeply offended.
“How could you do that? Your mother had her whole life to earn enough for a flat.”
“She’s not like that. She couldn’t even save up for shoes.”
“Is that really our problem?”
“Maybe not, but she’s still my mother.”
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Over time I did buy a small house. We had two children. Life got better. But I still always helped my mother. I even got her a card and put a hundred pounds into it every month.
Then one day I noticed the money from the card was disappearing very quickly. So I went to see my mother and found she had almost nothing to eat.
“Where’s the money? What did you spend it on?”
“You know how prices are these days. And then there’s the medicine, the bills.”
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I didn’t believe her. I decided to keep an eye on it. Next time I added money, she withdrew it straight away. I drove over to see what she’d bought. But the fridge was empty again.
“Mum, what did you buy?”
“Son, you see, it’s like this. My sister’s been complaining a lot about her son’s problems. She begged me to help, and I couldn’t say no.”
“Mum, they’re using you! Tom himself told me he’s building a house. I’m not going to be his sponsor while you’ve got nothing to eat.”
Furious, I went home and told my wife everything. Then she gave me advice.
“You’ve done enough for your mother. Don’t give her another penny. If she needs something, buy the food yourself and take it to her, or get the medicines she requires.”
The next day I took the card back from my mother. She was upset and said I had plenty of money and shouldn’t refuse family. But I don’t agree with that.
Do you think I did the right thing or not?
More interesting life stories here – https://t.me/+xOpeSMR55r5hZTIyI often wonder if my mother will ever understand that I did it all out of love, not cruelty.
