Son kicks me out of the apartment

Son kicks me out of the apartment
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I have a story, like the author, who kicked her son out of the house and doesn’t regret it at all.

I'm almost 70 years old. Married to my husband for 50 years. Love . We got married in the USSR before the army, when I was 19 and my husband was 21. We served in the military together, and almost immediately afterwards, on a Komsomol voucher, we went to Siberia for a shock construction project.

Everything was going well. Ours was born thereDarling son . There was no limit to the joy. He grew up healthy, studied well at school (only there were comments on his behavior). We didn’t really pay attention to the little things (as it seemed to us at the time).

Then the collapse of the country. They changed their place of residence, the son grew up, somehow graduated from school, got married, the army and a maximum security colony. My husband and I went crazy, helped as much as we could, carried everything he asked with our cars. As a result, he was released ahead of schedule, and that’s when our hellish life began: they didn’t give us more, they didn’t buy us, endless scandals.

We had a great mansion, but we had to sell it. We bought him a room, but he didn’t want to live separately, test-antibiotic.com came to us again and again there were scandals. We bought a two-room apartment, but things didn’t work out with his family, so we sold it. They bought him 1k.kv, and he drank the difference. My husband and I live in a one-room apartment; we have a parent’s house in another republic. We sometimes go there, and our son comes here to the apartment. And today he kicks us out again, saying, go to the village, and I’ll be here.

We can't find any authority. There is no peaceful conversation. Even the police turn a blind eye to our everydayrelationship .

Maybe someone can advise from their experience what is the way out of this situation?

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