My Shattered Lifeline Where All Insane People Congregate

This is not an easy thing to do in a country where the law is optional.

After my grandmother died, all my grandparents’ belongings have been shared in four. My mother got, like the rest of her siblings, a quarter from the land, the house (a 65 year’s old house). All O.K. at the beginning.

I have to mention that we are talking about a country house, none of the children lived in, all of them having their apartments and their lives in different towns. We are living in Bucharest, at 550 km. from my grandparent’s house. I found out later that the distance worked in our disadvantage.

Few years later, two of the siblings sold their share from the house and from the land around the house to my mother’s sister.

We are talking about my aunt who was helped all her live, along with her family, by my mother.

By help I mean:

• My parents lent her money to by a car (refund was delayed years after the period agreed);
• Our apartment in Bucharest was everybody hotel in terms of us being wake up at 2 o clock in the middle of the night for 14 years, once a month, because my cousin (my aunt’s daughter) had business to do in Turkey and the bus arrived in Bucharest;
• For three years my aunt stood one month a year to us in order to give her exams;
• Four years, my other cousin (my aunt’s son) went to the University in Bucharest and came to us in order to eat (the food paid by his mother and cooked by mine);
• All of them came with their friends or sent them to us, whenever they needed a place to sleep in Bucharest: and they needed a lot to go for visas at the embassy, to go shopping, to go to the airport;
• My uncle needed the documents for a job transfer and my parents handled the documents, e.t.a.

Makes a long story short: for 40 years my parents did nothing else that helping everybody in my aunt family.

And what do you think it happened?