Three years ago my mother divorced my father. My life with my mother, who was taken over instead of refusing her alimony, was extremely difficult. However, this poor life seems to be very enjoyable for her mother, and she doesn't seem to think of it as a hardship. Every time the landlord comes over, the two of us pull ourselves together and hold our breath... It was a daily occurrence, but somehow I was conscious of her mother as a woman. And after a certain trouble with the landlord, a big change occurred in my relationship with my mother.
