After my husband Orest passed away, my life felt overwhelmingly empty. We had spent years creating a peaceful home, dreaming of a quiet retirement together. But those dreams were cut short when his heart gave out despite the doctors’ best efforts.
The loneliness after his death was unbearable. My son suggested he and his family move in with me, saying it would help me feel less isolated and that they’d be there to support me if I needed anything. At the time, I thought it was a good idea. I also knew they were struggling financially, raising three children in a small rental apartment.
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Initially, their presence seemed to ease the emptiness. But as time went on, the reality of living together became clear. My once-quiet home turned into a chaotic, noisy environment. The constant clutter, scattered toys, and lack of peace disrupted the order I had worked so hard to maintain.
Although my daughter-in-law was kind, she struggled to manage the household and the children. The disorganized atmosphere weighed heavily on me, and I felt like I no longer had control over my own home. Every day brought new stress, and eventually, I realized I couldn’t take it anymore.
I sat down with my son and told him it was time for them to find their own place. As an adult, he needed to take responsibility for his family. He suggested dividing the apartment to create separate spaces, but with the help of a lawyer, I stood firm in my decision.
They eventually moved back into their rental apartment. Since then, I’ve faced criticism from family members, who call me selfish and a bad mother for asking them to leave. But I’ve come to realize that prioritizing my own peace and well-being isn’t wrong.
This decision wasn’t easy, but I don’t regret it. My home is once again a sanctuary, and I’ve reclaimed the tranquility I lost. I often reflect on my choice, wondering if I could have done things differently. Still, I believe that prioritizing your mental health and personal space is essential—no matter what others may think.