On my anniversary, my son brought me to some remote village, dropped me off near a dilapidated house and said that from now on this was my home: but he didn’t know what kind of revenge awaited him 🫣😲
I turned 65. The date I was waiting for with anxiety and hope — retirement. I worked all my life, raised and educated my son alone, invested everything in him: strength, health, and love. I thought that now, in my old age, I would finally be able to rest a little. But it turned out that this very day became the beginning of my greatest test.
On my birthday, my son said that we were going “on business.” I was even happy: it means he remembers, it means he wants to spend time with me. We drove for a long time, and the further we went from the city, the more anxious my soul became. Finally, the car stopped near a dilapidated, abandoned house on the edge of some remote village.
– Mom, – my son said calmly. – This is your new home.
I didn’t immediately understand what he meant.
– What do you mean my home? – I asked, confused. – But how am I going to live here? There’s no electricity, no water…
He shrugged:
– That’s not my problem anymore. I’ll send you part of your pension. And then – live as you want.
– Part? But it’s my money! – I looked up at him, hoping that this was some kind of stupid joke.
And then he said words that pierced me:
– Have you forgotten that you’ve been sitting on my neck for the last few years? This is payment for my kindness.
I couldn’t take it anymore – I started crying. I begged him not to leave me here, I said that I couldn’t do it alone. But he started yelling, swearing, and then he turned around abruptly, got into the car and drove away. I was left alone. On my anniversary.
But my sad story doesn’t end there. A few days later my son came back. This time he spoke softly, almost affectionately, and I immediately understood. My revenge worked 😲😲 I’m telling you what I did, and you can share, maybe someone like me has been in a similar situation. 👇👇 Continued in the first comment
– Mom, I’m sorry, I was wrong… Let’s go home, let’s live like before.
But I already knew – this is not remorse. I saw a folder with documents in his hands. And he immediately got down to business:
– I need your signatures. After my father’s death, the apartment should be mine, you understand. Sign the deed of gift, and I’ll sort everything out.
I listened to him and everything inside was boiling. How many years did he instill in me that I was a burden. How many times did he say that he feeds and supports me.
And now it turned out that the apartment he lived in all these years was registered in my name. I was the one who gave him a roof over his head. I was the one, not him.
He begged, promised to take care of me, said that he would bring me home, that he would be lost without me. But I didn’t want to anymore. For the first time in my life, I said a firm “no.”
“Pack your things, son,” I said calmly. “And get out of my house.”
He didn’t believe me. He shouted, tried to persuade me, grabbed my hands. But I was adamant
