I haven’t gone crazy, and I’m not a bad grandmother. I’ve just had enough. Yes, I didn’t give my grandchildren raspberries; I kept them for myself. I have worked hard all my life and now live with a well-deserved pension.
For what should I carry my entire family on my shoulders? I am already over 40 years old. My daughter and her husband recently bought an apartment with a mortgage. While they live with me, they rest and rely on me.
They recently spent all their savings on this mortgage. Now they depend on my pension. I pay the bills, the groceries, everything.
Luckily I still have a bag of potatoes, beets and my own canned goods that I made with my own money. I’m tired of eating thin soup. I am fed up with everything.
My daughter is on maternity leave for the third time. It is no longer necessary for work; she is not considered a valuable employee. The company she worked for is closing down, but she keeps trying to get back there.
He was clearly told: “Don’t come back. ” She does not understand. Her husband is the same; the company he worked for went bankrupt.
Now this dependent couple, like his wife, is looking for a job. He is quite demanding, wants something close to home and well paid. He wanders around all day, probably looking for his ideal job. I don’t know how long this will last; I really don’t know.
Today I came home from the market, which seems like an eternity away, and I decided to treat myself to some raspberries because I love them. I washed them and went to find a book to read.
But these little rascals came running. They decided to take my raspberries. I yelled at them. They went to complain to their mother.
My daughter came to scold me, saying that they are just children, that we live under the same roof, that we must share. She scolded me like a child. But I couldn’t hold back and I told him everything.
I raised my daughter alone, I gave her everything. She got married, and now I am supposed to support her, her children and her husband. I am still young.
