History: Growing up as the eldest daughter, I always had to be the “good” one. Never cause trouble for my parents, always do as I was told, don’t kick up a fuss, say “yes Dad” when he was telling me off for something that he didn’t agree with (my mums advice). When I was going to uni, my mother persuaded me to live at home and commute instead of moving in with my friend as planned. As an adult, I’ve always deferred to them and do whatever they ask/tell me etc.
Last year, I finally confided in them that I wanted to leave my husband. It was hard for me to do this, but I’d finally seen a possible way of escaping as historically I just couldn’t afford to. Basically, they’d told me a few weeks earlier that they were selling one of their houses to my sister but only for the value she could get a mortgage for, and the difference would be part of her inheritance early. Great idea I thought, and was really pleased for her. I asked them if they would consider loaning me the money they got from her to help me get a house I had seen that I thought I could afford and I would repay it when the family home was sold (so not asking for the money permanently, but couldn’t guarantee how long it would take). They said they might be able to but disagreed with the house I was looking at saying it was too expensive, too big (it was 4 bedrooms - I have 3 sons (20, 18 & 14 so all were a year younger at the time) and with the size of the rooms, I felt it best to have a room each if possible. I got the impression they didn’t want to help, so I dropped it.
Yesterday my dad asked me if I could get a mortgage for a £300k house if I had the £120k from them. I said I wasn’t sure & asked why. He told me the bungalow next door to them had just gone ok the market for that price and they’d help me to buy it. He said it was going to need a bit of work doing and decorating but I could do that over time etc and how I’d struggle to get a house like that and that size for that money. It’s a 3 bedroom and it’s more than the house I was looking at last year. The other house was a 10 year old new build, and in no need of decorating etc.
I laughed and said I didn’t want to live next to them and he got a bit funny, as did my mum, telling me not to be silly and how I should really look at it etc.
I came away feeling like my eyes had been opened and realising how and why I ended up in a controlling relationship my entire life - because I think my parents are controlling me. Is it controlling that they’ve basically only offered to help me if I buy the house literally right next door to them rather than the one I was looking at a mile away? Or should I be grateful they are offering to help and take them up on the offer? I’m concerned that I’ll be stretching myself to my limit financially and I’ll have nothing to afford the decorating needed. It has a large front and rear garden that I have zero interest in. It has no off road parking. It has 1 bedroom less than I need in an ideal world, although I have looked at 3 bed properties as well thinking I’ll find a way to make it work if needs be.
Would you move in next door to your parents? They already use me and my sister to feed their cat daily as they are virtually never home - so I imagine they’d assume that makes it easier for it to just be me that does it.
Thank you for reading!