How to behave if the mother-in-law often drops the phone while talking

There are situations in life where even sleeping-place It's too expensive. For example, for a villager, this state of affairs is not unusual: it is difficult and expensive to settle in the city, but what to do?



Some try to get into the city by any means and thereby increase their chances of getting a normal job and, as a result, better to settle down. Some people don't do anything. But where is the line that cannot be crossed in the pursuit of your own comfort?

Sleeping place for a small apartment Alexey, my husband is the broadest soul man. Loves our daughter, helps around the house, works hard so we don't need anything. He loves me too, after all! We love him too and are trying to prove it to him.



We met him about 11 years ago. At the time, he lived in the village with his mother. Grown-up guy, under 30. I was fascinated by his remarkable health, open face and bright clean eyes. You know what life is like in the countryside: unemployment, longing. But my Lyosha did not sit idly by and did not make friends with local cunning men.

I, as a “city fifa” for a long time could not admit to myself that I like this curly handsome man. My thoughts were on careers, clubs, new acquaintances and updating a cocktail card at a local bar. Start. such The relationship was kind of complicated. But I did try.



Six months later, Lesha started living with me. Well, it was my parents' apartment. But they decided to move to the village, to the farm. They themselves, being indigenous philistines, were not too happy to move: caring for animals and remoteness from supermarkets gave them bad. But realizing that it would be better for their daughter, who was already 25, they made the decision. Although I brought them food at least once every 2 weeks.

Even before our wedding, Leshin’s mother rather opaquely hinted that it would be nice for her to see the city and live a little comfortably. Like it's worse. I always joked and came up with some fantastic reasons why not. That was enough at the time, and I thought it was her joke.

After the wedding, the demands of the mother-in-law began to resemble an ultimatum. "I'm going to live with you, period!" And I must say that we had a three-room apartment and in principle there would be enough space for everyone. I know what it’s like to live with my parents as an adult. Add to this not the best habits and manners and you will understand why I was so opposed.

I once taught Leshka how to be a gentleman, and with his mother, no tricks would help.



So 7 wonderful years have passed. There was everything: quarrels, and peace, and travel. My husband got a good job and actually supported me personally. I got pregnant and had a beautiful baby girl. All in it, with huge blue eyes and curly sun-colored hair.

It brought us even closer. We help my parents, my daughter is growing, my husband’s career is also going uphill. A few months ago, the mother-in-law again demanded that she come and look after her granddaughter. But I'm fine with that, and I don't need assistants.

Then the mother-in-law admitted that she found a man and wants to come to him, but he rents a room himself and can not leave it at home. So it would be nice for her to "visit" a week later, for the sake of, as she put it, love. Then Lesha began to look at me, they say, why not agree, she is already old.



Upon learning about this, the mother-in-law stated that she was very ill and that her own son should take care of her, as you understand, at home. After all, he also has to get to work somehow. In short, it was about to be a scandal.

And this time I exploded: I gave an ultimatum. Or the mother-in-law takes his son and they live in a rented apartment (of course, this is a divorce and division of property). Or everything remains as it was, but once a month, so be it, let him come to his “beloved”. It is clear that this is a kindergarten.

Upon learning of this, my mother-in-law quarreled with my son, called me a snake and now does not answer the phone for about a month. My husband had an accident and he could not go to her. Begs me to do it, even with my daughter, but that I go. I have no desire to go to this woman. Because I can see through her tricks.



Tell me, am I so soulless and heartless or is my mother-in-law really a manipulator in retirement? For me, everything is very clear, but Lyosha has a completely different opinion. It's a stupid situation that I haven't been able to get out of for a very long time.