Real life. When my father passed away, I threw out the woman he had lived with for 16 years

My relatives condemn me !!!

 Real life. When my father passed away, I threw out of the apartment the woman with whom he lived for 16 years

My father has recently passed away. Almost immediately after the funeral, I kicked out the woman my father lived with for many years. Why? Yes, because she has acted terrible towards me all these years. So why should I be nice to her? The way she treated me, the way I will treat her.

My mother died when I was only nine years old. She had cancer and died very quickly. My father is one of those men who cannot live without a woman at all. Soon after his mother died, he started looking for a woman. At that time, I was living with one or the other grandmother. I wasn't that bad, but I still really wanted to live in one place.

Dad even introduced me to his women a few times, but for some reason neither of them stayed for long. My father really wanted me to find a common language with these women. But I thought he had cheated on my mother and was not trying to befriend anyone.

And when I was 14, my father went to live with a woman named Anna. At first, I even liked her. She just treated me well at first. But then I realized that she was acting this way to gain confidence and solidify her position. And then she started to act completely different: she started tidying up everywhere.

She considered me empty. She often provoked me into quarrels and always made sure that my father saw that I was bad, but she was kindness and generosity herself. We argued and stumbled, both with my father and with Anna. M & oacute; j my father believed Anna, but I didn't believe me. It made me very angry. My father didn't like that I had prevented him from having a peaceful life. And Anna constantly accused her father that her daughter lived with her mother and did not bother them.

And so my father once collected my things and took me to my grandmother – his mother to the village. It changed my life a lot: I had to change schools and look for new friends. In the beginning, my father came to see me at least sometimes. And then he stopped coming altogether.

Our relationship got a little bit better when I was 20. I went to college, my father even called me to live with him, but I declined and moved to a dorm. I haven't seen Anna in many years. I knew he lived with his father.

Then I got married and had a baby. My father often came to us, talked with me and his grandson. And then he got very sick. After the stroke, my father needed to be looked after, and Anna said she urgently needed help with a toddler and left. I was taking care of my father.

But a month later he died … Anna sobbed and screamed that I did not take good care of him. Now, if I cared for my father, he would be healthy by now!

My husband and I organized the funeral. Anna did not pay a penny for the funeral.

I also arranged the celebration for forty days. My mother-in-law helped me a lot. I know that Anna did not even come to her father's cemetery: there, when the dead flowers were lying, no one but me removed them.

Then I went to the notary and registered the apartment. Half of the apartment belonged to my grandmother and she gave it to me when she was still alive. Now the other part of the apartment – part of my father's apartment – has become mine.

Of course, I wasn't going to let Anna live in the apartment. At first she didn't even believe me when I asked her to leave my apartment. We even argued about it. Then I called the police and asked that this woman be removed from my apartment. My documents were checked and Anna was forced to leave my apartment. She shouted that she would sue me and win the trial. But I know perfectly well that she will fail.

I was very surprised by my distant relatives. They said I was terrible and very unfair, even mean. Why? But because Anna says now that I am guilty of my father's death, and I did it to get an apartment.

But I think I did the absolutely right thing and what my loved ones think about it, I am not at all it does not bother you.