For over ten years we spent every spring and summer with my husband on his mother's plot. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/a70a71/620x0/1/0/2025/03/27/7ocbvjklibjhkvrz5DRG3GBHQ8MF0KSPXKNTAH.JPG" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (177,162,158,1)" > < p > Earth was neglected, the gazebo leaked, trees not cut for years.
< p > We got it with all our heart. With our own hands, we changed the ruin into paradise & ndash; piece by piece.
< p > every weekend & ndash; regardless of the weather & ndash; We spent there. < p > we kicked, planted, built, renovated. < p > in winter we went to feed the birds, in the summer we pulled the weeds to dark.< p > mother -in -law liked to sit on a bench under the apple tree and m & oacute; whale: < br /> & amp. & AMP; BDQUO; But you did it beautifully. I never thought that this piece of land could look like this. “& Amp;
< p > I thought he appreciated.
< p > I thought he knew how much it means to us.< p > I thought & hellip;
< p > but I was wrong.
< p > Last week, during a family dinner, she said it with coffee: < P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; Anyway, I will save the plot Staszek. He was always closest to the heart. & Amp;< p > I froze.
< p > staszek & ndash; My husband's younger brother & ndash; He was on the plot maybe three times in a decade.
< p > once he was overwhelmed by the flower, he complained for the second time that the mosquitoes, the third time suggested to plow it all and sell it all. ~ 60 > < p > and now & hellip; He is to get everything.
< p > — & like it ? but we have been dealing with it for years! ” & Amp; MDASH; I broke free.< p > mother -in -law shrugged: < br /> & ~ mdash; & because you have a husband, home, children. He will be more useful. < p > as if our whole commitment was nothing.
< p > as if years of work were only a seasonal favor.
< p > my husband lowered his eyes.
< p > said nothing.< p > and it hurt the most.
< p > that even he couldn't stand on our side.
< P > Wr & oacute; I looked home and looked at the photos from the plot:
< p > children playing among < p > grill with friends & oacute; łmi under the gazebo, which we rebuilt ourselves.
< p > first tomatoes, which I was able to grow.
< p > all this & hellip; It was mine.
< p > but formally & ndash; nothing. < p > emotionally & ndash; broken. < p > I don't go there today. < p > I do not water, do not cut, do not care.< p > not because I stopped loving this land.
< p > but because I do not want to cultivate something that someone else writes without a word of gratitude.
< p > You can't build life for someone else's property for years — Especially when this property does not know the word & ampquo; justice &.