Betrayed By My Own Flesh And Blood

Synopsis

I gave up my luxury flat for my son's wedding and ended up living in a storage room for ten years. It began on my son's wedding day. He stood in front of me, tears streaming down his face. "Mom, you raised me alone. I can't buy a place with your retirement money, I just can't. But I can't take Katherine to some dingy rental on our wedding night. Please let us use the big flat for one night. After the ceremony, we'll move out right away." I believed him. He had always been the sensible one. So I moved into the storage room without hesitation. I never imagined that one night would stretch into ten years. He never mentioned moving again. The storage room was cold and damp. My body slowly gave in. Red patches spread across my skin. When the doctor finally told me it was rheumatoid arthritis and the pain kept me awake night after night, I knew I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my thin bedding and went upstairs. My daughter-in-law blocked the doorway before I could step inside. "Celeste, we've lived here for years. We're used to it. If you make a fuss now, what will the neighbors think? You're making us look bad." My son looked at me like I was a burden he never asked for. "Seriously, Mom? Henry is still little. You want us to raise him in a rental? You don't have many years left anyway. Just put up with it." I let out a dry laugh, picked up my bedding and walked out the door. The moment I reached the street, I pulled out my phone. "I want to make an official report. My son and daughter-in-law are abusing an elderly person and seizing my property."