My Mother
My parents hate me. What? How did you come to that conclusion? In my mother’s words:
“No way.”
When I boarded the train to Switzerland at the end of 2000, I saw the last sincere feelings. Not at my wedding, pregnancy, or birth. Apparently, the aversion to everything Eastern European is greater. The cause can be found in the unwanted sexual advances of a fleeing Hungarian relative. This has haunted her for more than half a century and led to us being accused of my wife being a member of the Russian mafia, only interested in money, that her diploma is not real, that she lies and deceives.
In 2011, I went back to Switzerland. The last thing I heard was that my children and I were welcome, but “that woman stays outside.”
After my divorce in 2022, I discovered that my perception of reality was completely different to theirs. At the end of that last attempted reconciliation visit, I heard them say to my daughter: “What’s your dad doing, huh?”
On October 1st, 2022, my mother passed away in Bergen op Zoom. I only found out after the funeral had already taken place. I was not allowed to say goodbye.
In the will, it became clear that I have been completely disinherited and that I am not allowed to be informed, in an attempt to leave me completely empty-handed
For years, I had hoped they would call me, contact me, and admit that they may not have done everything right.
Unfortunately, it was not meant to be. Even from beyond the grave, they have to get one last dig at me, to show how much they hate me.
Still, Rest in peace
