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After a visit to her husband’s sister, insomnia began, envy and indignation do not allow you to sleep calmly.
For what I love all sorts of trips, it is also for new acquaintances and communication. Agree, only with a random fellow traveler you can discuss everything that no one else can tell. You pour out your soul, talk about what lies there heavy load, confess. This is what free psychotherapy does. I recently had a conversation on the bus. "Sister to Brother Help".
My companion turned out to be a pretty young woman, a little tired and some kind of “worked out” or something. Right from the village, it immediately caught my eye. As soon as she came up with her ticket and started talking, I already knew that the trip would not be boring, and it would be easy. talk out. Luda, as she introduced herself, was driving home from the regional hospital. Fortunately, the diagnosis was not confirmed and the woman was healthy. So our conversation quickly shifted to a more important topic for her.
Help sister brother Lyudmila married, the husband seems good. He does not offend, consults in everything, well, does not earn enough - so there is no sensible work in their village. You could go to work, but who will help a woman? farm: chickens, ducks, pigs, cow and goat. And the garden, wood, water from the well... Luda talked and told me everything as if in spirit.
My husband has a sister who is 10 years older. Lives in the capital, comes to our village only on holidays. Visits parents, always brings them a lot of delicious and expensive food, clothes and so on. We rarely get anything, most often just candy for children.
She'll be married to a tough lawyer. I know they have money. But earlier it was said that they bought a plot and built a house on a bank loan. And now the debts are paid off, and I do not leave the desire Ask your brother for help. But it does not work, I am embarrassed to approach this question.
And then a couple of weeks ago, the stars came together, and the opportunity came. My sister finally invited the whole family to visit her for Christmas.
Like my sister, I couldn't sleep there. I mean, sleep. Even at home, a week after. I didn't know they lived like that. Look, I've only seen such luxury on TV. Wealth and beauty: expensive furniture, paintings, equipment, fireplace The house is huge, extensions, a large yard.
At the festive table, her husband said that they bought two more apartments, renting them out. And some of the money is regularly given to charity: help orphanage.
The few days we stayed will be remembered forever. They felt like they were in heaven. You can imagine how I, having lived all my life in a small village in the Vinnytsia region, perceived this metropolitan chic. And the kids! There's nothing to talk about. Fairy tale, that's all. There, on the spot, it was “all inclusive”, no one refused anything to anyone.
But what a surprise I was when we left. Not only did her husband’s sister not buy or give anything to her parents, but she did not even deign to put food in the trays, which was left in large quantities. This is wild to me, since it is customary for me and my friends and relatives to give food to guests after the holiday. I even specially cook two chickens in the oven: one for the table and the other for guests.
All the way we went silently, each in his own thoughts. I understood my husband, he was hurt. Her husband was able to earn money and lives in prosperity. He's not.
And I was most offended by the fact that they give money to the orphanage, and their nephews are deprived. No, I put my hand on my heart. I don't blame charity.. And she herself repeatedly helped when volunteers traveled through the streets of the village and collected money and things for the firefighters.
© Freepik But in this particular situation, you could allocate at least a small amount to help us. We have three kids.Kindergarten, school. Every penny is expensive. We sell milk to the butter factory, we sell pigs – everything goes through our fingers.
A conversation with her husband "heart to heart" We talked at home. I told my husband I was going to talk to his sister and ask her for help. Material. My husband is totally against it. He said he was a man and had no right to ask his sister.
It is his duty as a brother to help her, even if she is older. He also admitted (and for this I am very angry with him) that there was a time when his sister offered to help him with money. He didn't, he refused.
And then I found a lump in my chest. Our local doctors, groping, immediately sent me to the regional. With suspicion of the most terrible disease, I do not even want to voice it. That's when the husband relented. Knowing how much the treatment now costs, he said that if he needed money for surgery and so on, he would ask his sister.
My sister's help to my brother: to ask or not to ask Now I'm going home with ambivalence. On the one hand, I am happy that the diagnosis was not confirmed and I am healthy. I mean, I'm gonna have to watch it anyway. It's like a first bell, the doctor explained to me. We have to remember.
On the other hand, how do you tell your husband? That was the only reason he could have Ask your sister for financial help. I don't want to lie. Don't know. That's why I'm telling you.
All I could say to this woman was to be honest with her husband. I tried to understand him by imagining myself in his place.
Luda got off at her stop and we didn't even think of exchanging phones. Perhaps she will read this article, recognize herself in it. I need your advice and advice, reader. Whose side are you on, what would you like to say to the main character of today’s publication?
My companion turned out to be a pretty young woman, a little tired and some kind of “worked out” or something. Right from the village, it immediately caught my eye. As soon as she came up with her ticket and started talking, I already knew that the trip would not be boring, and it would be easy. talk out. Luda, as she introduced herself, was driving home from the regional hospital. Fortunately, the diagnosis was not confirmed and the woman was healthy. So our conversation quickly shifted to a more important topic for her.
Help sister brother Lyudmila married, the husband seems good. He does not offend, consults in everything, well, does not earn enough - so there is no sensible work in their village. You could go to work, but who will help a woman? farm: chickens, ducks, pigs, cow and goat. And the garden, wood, water from the well... Luda talked and told me everything as if in spirit.
My husband has a sister who is 10 years older. Lives in the capital, comes to our village only on holidays. Visits parents, always brings them a lot of delicious and expensive food, clothes and so on. We rarely get anything, most often just candy for children.
She'll be married to a tough lawyer. I know they have money. But earlier it was said that they bought a plot and built a house on a bank loan. And now the debts are paid off, and I do not leave the desire Ask your brother for help. But it does not work, I am embarrassed to approach this question.
And then a couple of weeks ago, the stars came together, and the opportunity came. My sister finally invited the whole family to visit her for Christmas.
Like my sister, I couldn't sleep there. I mean, sleep. Even at home, a week after. I didn't know they lived like that. Look, I've only seen such luxury on TV. Wealth and beauty: expensive furniture, paintings, equipment, fireplace The house is huge, extensions, a large yard.
At the festive table, her husband said that they bought two more apartments, renting them out. And some of the money is regularly given to charity: help orphanage.
The few days we stayed will be remembered forever. They felt like they were in heaven. You can imagine how I, having lived all my life in a small village in the Vinnytsia region, perceived this metropolitan chic. And the kids! There's nothing to talk about. Fairy tale, that's all. There, on the spot, it was “all inclusive”, no one refused anything to anyone.
But what a surprise I was when we left. Not only did her husband’s sister not buy or give anything to her parents, but she did not even deign to put food in the trays, which was left in large quantities. This is wild to me, since it is customary for me and my friends and relatives to give food to guests after the holiday. I even specially cook two chickens in the oven: one for the table and the other for guests.
All the way we went silently, each in his own thoughts. I understood my husband, he was hurt. Her husband was able to earn money and lives in prosperity. He's not.
And I was most offended by the fact that they give money to the orphanage, and their nephews are deprived. No, I put my hand on my heart. I don't blame charity.. And she herself repeatedly helped when volunteers traveled through the streets of the village and collected money and things for the firefighters.
© Freepik But in this particular situation, you could allocate at least a small amount to help us. We have three kids.Kindergarten, school. Every penny is expensive. We sell milk to the butter factory, we sell pigs – everything goes through our fingers.
A conversation with her husband "heart to heart" We talked at home. I told my husband I was going to talk to his sister and ask her for help. Material. My husband is totally against it. He said he was a man and had no right to ask his sister.
It is his duty as a brother to help her, even if she is older. He also admitted (and for this I am very angry with him) that there was a time when his sister offered to help him with money. He didn't, he refused.
And then I found a lump in my chest. Our local doctors, groping, immediately sent me to the regional. With suspicion of the most terrible disease, I do not even want to voice it. That's when the husband relented. Knowing how much the treatment now costs, he said that if he needed money for surgery and so on, he would ask his sister.
My sister's help to my brother: to ask or not to ask Now I'm going home with ambivalence. On the one hand, I am happy that the diagnosis was not confirmed and I am healthy. I mean, I'm gonna have to watch it anyway. It's like a first bell, the doctor explained to me. We have to remember.
On the other hand, how do you tell your husband? That was the only reason he could have Ask your sister for financial help. I don't want to lie. Don't know. That's why I'm telling you.
All I could say to this woman was to be honest with her husband. I tried to understand him by imagining myself in his place.
Luda got off at her stop and we didn't even think of exchanging phones. Perhaps she will read this article, recognize herself in it. I need your advice and advice, reader. Whose side are you on, what would you like to say to the main character of today’s publication?
