Mother-in-law instructs that a young daughter-in-law must endure everything

Meeting the parents of the future spouse is always stress and unnecessary nerves. But if you look at it, they too were once young and understand everything perfectly. But there are times when moral education It comes first. That's when the young, and especially the daughter-in-law, are very tight.

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It just so happens that the current generation does not hold on too much to the old traditions. Times have changed and it is difficult for young people to live up to old standards. And the older generation, especially in the countryside, has become more demanding. But what does it matter if the future of two people in love is at stake?

With my young man I met on social networks. I can’t hide it, I was still very young, but curiosity didn’t stop me. Eighteen-year-old girl and twenty-five-year-old adult boy. Despite all this, we had a lot to talk about. My peers were only interested in frivolous affairs and all sorts of nonsense.

Six months later, I saw Bogdan live for the first time. Great guy, well-built and dressed. Even better than the picture. There's some charisma in him. No bad habits. It has been working for a long time and brings good money. Smart. But there is one problem: he is from the village and the only son of his parents. Which means he's not going anywhere from their house.



Even though I am an urban girl, I have a problem. There are 5 people living in a two-room apartment. The town is actually small. So the prospects of finding a good job are depressingly small. Although I study well, but without acquaintances it is very difficult to find something suitable. Almost impossible.

Soon Bogdan came to my house with flowers and a parade. I met my parents and even my younger sisters. It was a great evening even though there was too little room in our apartment. I was afraid my parents would be negative about Boda because of his age. But they were happy and showed it in every way.

The same evening, when I went out to see my young man and take a walk with him outside, he proposed to me. Everything was as it should be: a ring, a suit, he got on one knee. Like a movie. But I asked for a day to think. Things were moving too fast. Needless to say, when I came home, the dream did not take me all the next day. But I thought hard and gave my answer. I said yes.



The trouble began when we arrived at his parents’ house. Don't think it was an old hut on the edge of the village. Beautiful modern building. Manicured courtyard. Lots of flowers. I then noticed that, probably somewhere here hid courteous gardener, in overalls and a set of tools for curly cutting bushes.

I was so wrong. We were met by Bogdan’s mother, my future mother-in-law. The table she and her husband covered quite modest, and at dinner there was a sepulchral silence. Only once did she ask me if I could heat the stove. There was no reaction to my negative answer, except a slight laugh. I paid no attention to it.



A broom and a bucket of water were waiting for me this morning. With the words “now you are not a guest here, but a future hostess,” I was told to clean up the dust and things on the second floor of the house. After the work, I brought water from the well, helped with lunch and hung the laundry to dry. Thoughts of a ghostly gardener faded. I realized that these people spend all their time on housework. Well, you'll have to get used to it.

I'm the eldest daughter. I can do housework, although I have to work a lot harder at my fiancé's house. Rural life, fresh air, healthy food and work until the seventh sweat. You know, it's not that scary. You can get used to it. But something else knocked me out.

A few days later, the first guests came to the house of Bogdan’s parents. Some relatives of the “seventh water on quilt”. We came to visit, but in fact - to look at me and at the same time discuss what we saw. I don’t know what they decided, but by evening my future mother-in-law handed me an old dress a couple of sizes larger and demanded that I wear it in the house. She doesn't like pants, you see.



Then I started complaining about my makeup. And that I spend a lot of time in the shower. Indeed, how can a young, healthy girl afford to take a bath after a whole day of cleaning and washing?! Bogdan’s mother praises her son every hour. He talks about how good he is and how much he has done for them. It's okay that I'm much younger than him, so I'm definitely doing no less!

In high school, I was a pretty good student. Various interest groups, extracurricular activities, amateur activities. I was respected by the teachers, and the guys did not neglect. I love my fiancé. I really love it, but it is impossible to tolerate such an attitude towards myself from his parents. And Bodya doesn't want to hear about his mom humiliating me. He treats her with much greater awe than he treats me.



Of course, we can't move. I think it will only get worse after the wedding. Not only am I a free housekeeper, but my attitude towards me is disgusting. But feelings for Bogdan and the difficult living conditions in my home leave me no other choice. That’s how they become unhappy wives. I'm still young, I know that, but I feel like a woman who has zero prospects of finding a home for herself and real happiness.