“My Daughter Wants to Move In with Her Family: I’ll Take Her and My Granddaughter, But Not Her Husband”

Eva’s voice trembled over the phone as she explained her situation. “Mom, we need a place to stay. Christian lost his job again, and we can’t afford the rent anymore. Can Ariana and I move in with you?”

My heart ached for my daughter and granddaughter. Eva had always been a loving mother, doing her best to provide for Ariana despite the challenges she faced. But Christian? He was a different story. The last time they lived with me, it was a nightmare.

“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “You and Ariana can stay here as long as you need.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “What about Christian?” Eva asked hesitantly.

I took a deep breath. “Eva, you know how I feel about Christian. The last time he stayed here, it was chaos. He doesn’t respect the house rules, and he barely contributes financially. I can’t go through that again.”

Eva sighed. “I understand, Mom. But where will he go?”

“He’s an adult, Eva. He needs to figure that out for himself,” I said firmly. “My priority is you and Ariana.”

The conversation ended with Eva agreeing to my terms, but I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I knew this wasn’t easy for her, but I had to set boundaries for my own sanity.

The next day, Eva and Ariana arrived with their belongings. Ariana ran into my arms, her face lighting up with a smile that melted my heart. “Grandma!” she exclaimed.

“Hello, my little sunshine,” I said, hugging her tightly.

Eva looked exhausted as she carried in their bags. “Thank you for letting us stay, Mom,” she said quietly.

“You’re always welcome here,” I replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

As the days passed, it became clear that Eva was struggling more than she let on. She tried to find work but had little luck. Christian called frequently, asking when he could come over to see Ariana. Each time, Eva had to explain that he wasn’t allowed in the house.

One evening, after putting Ariana to bed, Eva broke down in tears. “Mom, I don’t know what to do. Christian is staying at a friend’s place, but it’s not a permanent solution. He’s trying to find work too, but it’s hard.”

I hugged her tightly. “I know it’s tough, Eva. But you need to focus on what’s best for you and Ariana right now.”

Weeks turned into months, and the strain on Eva became more apparent. She was constantly worried about Christian and their future. One night, she came to me with a desperate look in her eyes.

“Mom, I think we need to move back in with Christian,” she said softly.

My heart sank. “Eva, are you sure that’s the best decision? You know how difficult it was before.”

“I know,” she replied, tears streaming down her face. “But we need to be together as a family. Ariana needs her father.”

I wanted to argue, to convince her to stay, but I knew it wasn’t my place to make that decision for her. “If that’s what you think is best,” I said reluctantly.

A few days later, Eva packed up their belongings once again. As they left, Ariana hugged me tightly. “I’ll miss you, Grandma,” she said.

“I’ll miss you too, sweetheart,” I replied, fighting back tears.

As I watched them drive away, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread in my heart. I hoped that things would work out for them, but deep down, I feared that history would repeat itself.