But now this house no longer belonged to me. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/5b0bc6/620x0/1/0/2025/02/08/atbxdoyetgy5kstuyysgvcz3pvlo8xpqn7eqthw.jpg" alt = "widow @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (126,124,91.0)" > < p > The house still smelled of his presence.
< p > He still stood here, his favorite armchair by the window, a mug, with which & oacute; drank morning coffee. Each angle reminded me of him.
< p > but now this house no longer belonged to me.< p > because although we were married for twenty years, I was never part of this story for his family.
< p > When he died suddenly on a heart attack, the world collapsed.
< p > I not only lost my husband. I lost my sense of security. I lost everything.
< p > his family came to the funeral. They were sad, full of & oacute; I thought that although we would be together in this tragedy.~ P > but their true face I saw the week p & oacute;
< p > mother -in -law and his brother came to me without promising to.
< p > sat in the salon where the husband watched TV until recently, laughed, solved the cross & oacute; wki.< p > — We have to talk — his mother began.
< p > — Of course & mdash; I said, sitting opposite them.< p > I felt tension. Something was wrong.
< P >& Amp; MDASH; We are a family, truth ? — smiled coldly. < p > I nodded, although I did not understand what he was going to.< p > — Exactly. That's why you must understand & Hellip; this house does not belong to you.
< p > my heart froze.< p > — What ?
< p > — This is a family home. M & oacute; j son never prescribed him on you.
< p > — But & hellip; It was our home! We lived here since the wedding!
< p > — You were his wife, but now he has no “mdash; her son interfered, and my brother -in -law.< p > — But I live here & hellip;
< p > — You have no rights — I was interrupted by my mother -in -law.
< p > I looked at them, pries to understand.< p > — You want to throw me away ?
< p > — Let's say that we will make it easier for you to move.
< p > three days p & oacute; I got an official letter from a lawyer.< p > I had no time for p & oacute;
< p > I had no one who m & oacutene < p > I built my future here all my life, and now I was told to leave the place, which was my home.
< p > they couldn't hurt me more.
< p > because I lost my husband.
< p > and now I lost the house, which we created together.< p > Week p & oacute; I stood on the doorstep, holding one suitcase in my hands.
< p > I didn't take much.
< p > I didn't want to take memories. < p > because I was afraid that if I stop them & hellip;< p > I will never be able to forget about it.
< P >< br />< Strong > see, as we wrote about in recent days: from life taken. “When I arrived after years of work abroad, I discovered that my husband lives with another”