My mother-in-law told me to move out and regretted it at the last minute

It came from me.

Every month. point-by-point. 20,000 zlotys from my account, transferred, she never asked about it, because it was never revealed closer.

She assumed that this apartment belonged to her family. She assumed that I lived there by their grace.

She was wrong.

I didn't argue.

I didn't cry.

I didn't explain.

I nodded, took a sip and said, "Good."

That night I slept better than I had in years.

Because when it happens that there will be an ending, an ending, so that everything that has happened is in check.

And then the next rank, what follows, what's the matter.

I called the moving company at 8:12 am.

Not for a quote. Cannot be selected. To be able.

Having chosen the date and without hesitation, I paid the advance. After how to pack – no, not dramatically, but effectively. First, the clothes. Then the documents. Personal stuff at the end.

I didn't touch anything that didn't happen to me.