“Pack your things and go back to the village!” — my husband said to my 65-year-old mother, who had taken care of our son for free for five years, and threw her out of the house to make room for his own mother and sister. But after what I did, he ended up on his knees in front of my mother, begging her to forgive him… 😨
That evening, I was putting our five-year-old son to bed when I heard noise coming from the kitchen.
When I stepped into the hallway, I saw my mother’s suitcase beside the front door. She was standing next to it, wiping away her tears.
— What happened? — I asked.
My husband Viktor calmly replied:
— My mother and sister are coming tomorrow. They need a room. So your mother is leaving tonight.
I couldn’t believe my ears.
— Now? At this hour?
— What’s the big deal? I’ve already bought her a bus ticket.
Mom quietly said:
— Sweetheart, don’t argue with him because of me. I’ll leave.
It hurt to see her like that.
Five years ago, when our son was born, my mother moved in with us to help. She cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and looked after the child every day while we worked. During all that time, she never once asked us for money.
— Viktor, do you even understand what you’re doing? — I asked.
He waved his hand irritably.
— Enough! This is my house, and I decide who lives here. Your mother has been living at my expense for five years. It’s time for her to leave.
— She has been taking care of our son for five years!
— So what? Am I supposed to support her for the rest of her life now?
Mom started crying even harder.
Then Viktor picked up her suitcase and opened the front door.
— That’s it. This conversation is over. Let her go back to her own place.
I stepped forward, closed the door, and said calmly:
— Mom isn’t going anywhere.
Viktor smirked.
— And who’s going to stop me? You?
I looked him straight in the eyes.
— Yes. And believe me, tomorrow you’ll regret what you said today.
He laughed.
— And what are you going to do?
I said nothing. The worst was still ahead for him. Three days later, Viktor himself was on his knees in front of my mother, begging her to forgive him… 😨
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Viktor just laughed.
— Go ahead, surprise me! Just don’t forget who’s in charge here!
I silently picked up my mother’s suitcase and carried it back to her room.
— Mom, rest. You’re not going anywhere.
Viktor got angry, but I didn’t argue with him anymore.
He had no idea what a huge mistake he had just made.
Six years earlier, my mother had sold her family home and used her savings to buy a spacious apartment for us. She registered it in her own name, while my husband and I simply lived there.
Viktor knew that Mom had helped us with the apartment, but he had never been interested in the details. Over time, he even started telling everyone that he had bought the apartment himself.
The next morning, his mother and sister arrived with their suitcases.
— Son, did you clear out the room? — my mother-in-law asked.
— Of course, Mom!
— No, — I interrupted. — My mother is staying here.
Viktor slammed his hand on the table.
— Have you forgotten whose house this is?!
I took out the documents and placed them in front of him.
— Now you’ll find out.
He read the first page and turned pale.
— How does this apartment belong to your mother?!
— Very simply. She bought it.
My mother-in-law snatched the papers.
— Viktor, you told me the apartment was yours!
My husband was silent.
— For five years, Mom took care of our son for free, cooked and cleaned, — I continued. — And yesterday you threw her suitcase out the door. Now I want a divorce.
— Are you kidding?! Where am I supposed to live?
— Yesterday you didn’t care where my 65-year-old mother would sleep.
That same day, we went to see a lawyer. That evening, Viktor learned something else: I had been a co-owner of a successful company for several years and earned considerably more than he did.
He had always believed he was the only one supporting the family, even though I paid most of our household expenses.
Three days later, Viktor realized that I was truly going to divorce him. His mother and sister had already moved into a hotel, and he was at risk of losing both his family and the comfortable life he was used to.
That evening, he approached my mother and suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her.
— Forgive me! I was a fool! Please, don’t throw me out!
Mom looked at him.
— When you threw me out in the middle of the night, you didn’t care where I would go.
— I was wrong! Forgive me!
— I forgive you, Viktor. But the decision belongs to my daughter.
He turned to me.
— Give me one more chance!
— Tell me, are you asking for forgiveness because you hurt my mother, or because you found out who owns the apartment?
Viktor lowered his eyes.
And I understood everything.
Soon afterward, we started living separately. Viktor moved into a rented apartment, and I began the divorce process. He continued to see our son.
One day, Mom quietly asked:
— Sweetheart, maybe you destroyed your family because of me?
I hugged her tightly.
— No, Mom. You spent five years helping us keep this family together. Viktor destroyed it when he decided he could treat you like a servant.
Mom began to cry and hugged me back.
From that day on, she never again felt like a stranger in her own home.
