The insolence of an ungrateful matchmaker and how to put it in its place

Unfortunately, life often happens in such a way that thankless They can get closer than they would like. Family, friends, colleagues at work. Nobody's safe from this. It is especially difficult when your children do not appreciate your efforts.



Our reader Natalia shares her story. Unfortunately, the situation itself is quite unpleasant, but we can not publish it. We just hope that everything settles down somehow.

First of all, I must say that I am from the village. I don't like city life, even if you don't. Clean air, an abundance of fresh vegetables and fruits, a leisurely pace of life and ordinary people - that's what I like in rural life.



After my son was 8 years old, his father left us. He went to the city woman, by the way. Said it would be easier: she had her own apartment and a job. Before that, we lived in a house with my mother. Not a penthouse, but a house. With land and even a small farm.

The divorce took place about 15 years ago. I was 40 at the time. Admittedly, I was not particularly worried about this, because I was used to not being lost in the village. Feelings for her husband died out long ago, if at all, so there was no reason to shed tears in vain. But the little child needed care and care. Without money, there could be no question.



Unfortunately, it is impossible to earn money in the village. At least not unless you're the head of the village council or something. My classmate just got back from work. I was buzzing all my ears, how great it is in another country, what high salaries there, and people are much kinder than ours.

As you can see, it got me thinking. I spent a lot of sleepless nights imagining coming home with the money, getting my son to school, enjoying life and not thinking about anything else. Dreams.

Six months later, having collected literally everything I had, I went to work. Italy, of course, is a sunny country, but I was only waiting for work. I won’t tell you much about how I learned the language when I was alone in the country. How I got robbed a year later and howled beluga at night. How to drive away the "cavaliers" who swore eternal love.



Two years went by very quickly. But it turned out that I had saved very little money. My son and mother would have been enough for a while. And this is even if you do not live on a large foot. Then it was decided to stay for a while, and then again. I worked abroad for over 13 years. During this time, the son learned, grew up and found a bride. I kept sending money to my mom, so they didn't need anything.

In addition, it was decided not to put money in the bank, but to buy more land near our site and, slowly, build a large, beautiful house. I wanted to come home just after the construction was completed.

I have known my matchmaker and daughter-in-law for a long time: we communicated via video link, via the Internet. They're urban, but they don't look bad. My son grew up and was somewhat apathetic with me. But I didn’t notice it: this is the age, and I haven’t seen you for a long time. I'll come and everything will fall into place.



© Freepic The wedding was level. There were many guests, of whom I knew only a few. By the way, I paid for it almost alone. The bride’s family did not have the money, but it was not a burden to me. The only son is getting married!

And now, after all the festivities, a matchmaker comes to me and asks in a blue eye when, then, I am going back. Of course, I say that I don’t need anything: I have already earned everything I wanted. It's time to rest. To which she replied, of course. That's right.

And a little later, I became an involuntary witness to a conversation between a matchmaker and her daughter that I should have been assigned to my mother’s old house, because I am staying. Only extra furniture to take to the new house, because not much else bought. My mom and I, that's enough.



So all these years, I've been shaking like a curse, so that my son would live there with his wife and that's all! But the place's house is sea! I was 100 percent sure that we would all live there together, because that's what the whole thing was about. But, following the attitude of my own child, I suddenly realized that he himself does not mind living like this. How ungrateful of him that is.

Now I'm thinking of going back to work. I have a couple of friends there, so I'll ask them to stay with me. I will not send money, all adults. To use your mother as a crow horse. What do you recommend, dear ones? Maybe I don't understand something and it should be.