Before Alisa passed away, we lived in her parents’ house for a long time. Our oldest was raised by her grandparents. I had a great relationship with her parents, and I was sure they trusted me.
Already when we found out that Alice was pregnant for the second time, my father-in-law took out a loan to help us buy an apartment. It was a one-room apartment which we managed to change into a two-room apartment by the time of delivery. Since the amount invested by Alice’s parents was more, initially we registered the apartment in the name of my father-in-law, as he dealt with all the issues and documents. We thought of registering it to Alice after the birth, but she did not survive the birth. I was left alone with two children.
Alice’s parents were in mourning for a long time and my parents helped me mostly. I was afraid my father-in-law and mother-in-law would hate me or my granddaughter who was born, but that didn’t happen. It took them a few months and then they became actively involved in my life and the lives of my grandchildren. Even now I am very grateful for everything they did. But there was one “but” – my father-in-law didn’t want to hear about the apartment.
I brought it up almost a year later and was met with a snort. You see, not enough time had passed, and the fact that I had two children and no registration, and no documents for me, no one cared. My father-in-law kind of said that he trusted me, that he loved his grandchildren very much, and now they are the most precious thing that he has, but he did not want to rewrite the apartment to me.
That’s not really fair, because I also invested my own money in it. I literally gave the last of it away. And now it’s like I’m forever on the line. I’m afraid to have a fight with Alice’s family, because they can easily kick me and the kids out of the apartment, and you can’t prove anything…
