When my son got married, I devoted myself completely to his family, but he threw me out of the house..then my daughter-in-law came to me.

Mom, how could you? I’m your son, and these are your grandchildren,” my son Anton protested. “I had to, my dear. I had to,” I replied firmly, ignoring his frustration. As much as I loved him and my grandchildren, I couldn’t give in to his request. I had hoped that my son would support me in my old age, but those hopes turned out to be in vain. Perhaps it was a blessing that my husband didn’t live to see this day.

Anton was a regular boy, sometimes getting into fights, but he studied, got a degree, and landed a good job. His life took a new turn when he met Anya; they were so enchanted with each other that they got married two months after meeting. Despite my concerns about Anya, I respected my son’s choice. For their wedding, I gifted them my two-bedroom apartment and moved into a smaller one-bedroom place.

Our relationship was warm until their son was born. After childbirth, Anya’s behavior changed drastically: she constantly argued with Anton and forbade me from seeing my grandson. Despite my son’s obvious displeasure, I refrained from interfering in their family matters. However, my patience ran out when Anton asked me to sell my apartment to buy a bigger one for his growing family.

I refused, reminding him of the years my husband and I had saved for that apartment. “Son, if you want the best home, work for it! You enjoyed a comfortable life but neglected your responsibilities, not even maintaining the house I gave you. I won’t sell my apartment!”

His reaction was explosive, and I realized I had become his adversary, potentially breaking ties with my grandchildren. On the other hand, I was afraid and saddened that Anton, a grown man with his own family, still relied on me to solve his problems.