I never thought I would have to marry my ex-husband a second time. But life didn’t turn out the way we planned.
We lived together for 15 years, had a son and a daughter. I put up with my husband’s binge drinking for a long time, but when he started beating me, I decided to get divorced. At that time my mother lived in a one-room apartment in another part of town. I expected that after the divorce he would move in with her, and I and the kids would stay in the same one-room apartment. But my mother-in-law categorically refused to accept him, saying she didn’t want to live out her life with an alcoholic.
I understood her, that’s why I did not insist, but I could not kick him out, since the apartment was also his. So we started living together, only he was on his own, and I was with the kids. I can not say that there were no problems, because in one room is very difficult not to communicate. But it was a different communication. My husband drank, but he didn’t touch us. I admit that I hoped that after my mother-in-law’s death he would move into that apartment (he is the only son and heir).
But it didn’t work out here either. My daughter got pregnant at 18 and was getting married. There was nowhere to live, and her mother-in-law agreed for them to move in with her. They lived together for five years, without quarrels or conflicts, so the grandmother left the apartment to her granddaughter, deciding that her son would inherit ours.
The son got married and lived with his mother-in-law. It’s still just me and my husband. He brings in the paycheck, I cook and clean, we go to visit the children and grandchildren together (the daughter already has two and the son also has two girls). My daughter-in-law is very unhappy that our daughter has an apartment, but we did not give our son anything. Although we help out regularly with money, we bought a car. But that doesn’t count.
Three months ago my husband was diagnosed with a terrible disease. We were all in shock, and my daughter-in-law told us all: “When my father dies, we’ll move into your apartment and you’ll go to your mother’s in the country.” I could not say a word in response, so I was struck by her insolence. My son was silent, apparently they had discussed this issue earlier. My husband did not say anything, he just left the house and came back only in the evening. He said he was guilty before me and the kids, so he wanted to help me, and offered to sign again so I would be the heir to his apartment. And he wrote a deed of gift to me.
A week ago we signed. No one knows about it, neither does the deed of gift. My husband said that after his death, I should rewrite my apartment not to my son, but to my granddaughters (his children) equally. Said that the son lost his right to any inheritance when he was silent. I agree with him, but am afraid that my daughter-in-law will not leave me alone after my husband’s death. There is no hope for protection from my son.
