– “Maybe I’m saying terrible things, but I don’t care about my grandchildren at all,” Lizzie tells her friend, “I have two. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because of my daughter-in-law. To put it mildly, we have a cool relationship. They have always been like that. As I understand it, she wants to take our apartment away from us, or rather exchange it. My son and my grandchildren live in a one-room apartment, and my husband and I live in a three-room apartment. So, my “cunning” daughter-in-law hinted at this several times when she was pregnant for the second time.
– “Yes, she’s a smart girl, she understands,” my friend said.
– “Yes, she is not stupid. But I told her that I had no such plans. Then my daughter-in-law started blackmailing me, saying she wouldn’t let me communicate with my grandchildren. She thought she had scared me. She sincerely believed it. It’s ridiculous! So I must give her my apartment to change her children’s diapers again? Is this normal?
– And then what? Does she let you have contact with them?
– Yeah, now! I limited all these meetings myself. I get terribly tired of this noise and screaming. You know how loud they can be. I see them only on holidays. To be honest, that’s enough for me.
– But they are your own grandchildren, from your favorite son!
– Yes, indeed, I love my children very much. I remember how I raised them, how much time I spent with them. But at the same time, I’ve always been indifferent to other children, let’s say, even to the children of my closest relatives. And now I don’t consider my grandchildren to be my own, my own. Rather, they are my daughters-in-law… Maybe I shouldn’t talk about this frankly, but it’s true. And I can’t do anything about it.
What do you think about this grandmother? Is she right?
