From real life. “I discovered that my mother left her entire estate to my sister”: She left me only debts

When my mother died, the pain was indescribable.

When my mother got sick, there was no doubt who would take care of her. My sister, Kasia, lived far away, had her own life, her own family. And I? I was there. I went to the doctors with my mother, gave her medicine, sat with her at night when the cough wouldn't let her sleep. I didn't complain. She was my mother, and taking care of her seemed natural.

When my mother died, the pain was indescribable. I lost not only a parent, but also a friend. However, after the funeral, the issues related to her estate began. My mother owned a small house and a plot of land that were a family treasure. We never talked about money or inheritances – I believed that everything would be divided equally between Kasia and me.

A few weeks after the funeral, Kasia came to see me. She looked nervous, but tried to hide it. “We need to talk,” she began, sitting on the couch. “It's about Mom's will.”

My heart started beating faster. “What about him?” I asked, trying to hide my uneasiness.

“Mom signed everything over to me,” she said, avoiding my gaze. “The house, the plot, everything.”

For a moment I thought I had misheard. “How dare you? It's impossible– I choked out.

Kasia pulled a copy of the will out of her purse. I looked at the document in disbelief. Everything was there in black and white. Mom had indeed signed over her entire estate to Kasia. And for me? The will only mentioned the debts she left behind – a small loan for home renovations that she never paid off.

„This must be some mistake– I said, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. „I was the one taking care of her! I was the one who was with her every day. Why did she leave everything to you?”

Kasia sighed. “I don't know what Mom was thinking. Maybe she thought I needed it more because I had kids?”

“You need it more?– I exploded, unable to control my anger. “And me? I devoted my life to taking care of her for years! You didn't even go to most of her doctor's visits!”

Kasia shrugged. “I can't change that, Ewa. That was her choice.”

Those words were like a knife to the heart. Did my mom really see me like that? Did she think my life and my sacrifices were worthless?

Over the next few days I tried to find an answer. I looked through old photos, letters, trying to understand why my mom made such a decision. But all I felt was pain and anger. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I had done for her – and how much she had hurt me.

When I tried to talk to Kasia about it, she closed herself off in her defensive stance. “It's not my fault that mom made such a decision,” she kept repeating. „I can't do anything about it.”

Time passed, but the wound that this situation left would not heal. The house where I spent my childhood now belonged to my sister. I was left with debts that I had to pay off from my own savings. Each paid installment reminded me of the injustice that had happened to me.

Today, looking back, I still can't understand why my mother made such a decision. Did she think Kasia deserved it more?? Did I make a mistake that I didn't notice?

Our relationship with Kasia has never been the same. Sometimes she writes to me, invites me to family gatherings, but I can't look at her without feeling sorry for her. I lost not only my mother, but also my sister, and all because of a document that changed our lives forever.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her. Because although they say that family is the most important, sometimes it's family that inflicts the wounds that are the hardest to heal.