My husband’s sister often looked at the light, without asking for my new dress.

For a woman, as the guardian of the hearth, her family is the most important thing. It is not surprising that she will take care of her. And strangers, even relatives who come to the circle of this family with only the idea of profiting, will always be perceived as bayonets. Problems of family relations The topic is not new, but it is painfully urgent.



What to do if the husband's relatives do not care too much about their good manners and sense of tact? Fighting, crying, ignoring? Doesn't help. You will always be in the minority.

Family Relationship Problems I don’t know what to do. We’ve been married for over a decade and everything has been going well. Family, kids. The husband is a non-drinker, carries everything into the house, and sometimes even we can afford to relax abroad. It’s not that we live in a luxurious way, but rather a strong middle class.

I must say that we met at the institute. Both studied well, graduated with honors, and even both got jobs in their specialty. My husband got more money than me and got better. Then he was further promoted and when I was in position it was decided that I would stay home with the baby. Pregnancy was easy, Sasha helped me, and soon we waited for my daughter.

Three years later, a son was born, and the children, I must say, did not need anything. But the husband such stress at work did not benefit. He lost a lot of weight, early gray hair appeared on his head, but the money was good, so I did not want to consider the possibility of changing the type of activity.



His mother and sister lived together in a nearby town. There was no response to my requests to help. Her mother-in-law refused because she had already given her debt to her son in full. And my sister-in-law, my husband's sister, was building another relationship that was obviously doomed to failure. You can't blame them for anything, we're all human beings with our lives, so I didn't hold a grudge against them.

Kids grew up, learned. It became a little easier, and I took care of my husband’s health. We tightened our belts a little, but my husband went to the sanatorium for almost a month. It's good that there's the Internet. While I was taking care of the children, and Sasha was resting, we saw each other every day via video link. I noticed wrinkles on his face every day, and my favorite blush was again visible on his cheeks. The man needed a rest, and as soon as he got it, life boiled in him again.

It was time for me to go back to work, because the children became more independent, more and more money was needed, and, frankly, I wanted to get out of the annoying four walls. You have no idea what it is like to develop professionally after such a long time and see that you have not lost everything.



But trouble came from where we didn't expect it. More specifically, they didn't. In connection with the quarantine, the sister-in-law's job got very bad. The mother-in-law, it turns out, also finances sang romances and they took the stupid habit of coming to visit us. Before, you see, they didn’t have time at all. And now it has appeared, as well as the persistent desire to meet Sasha and “This-How-Her-There”, that is, with me.

And here we go. Two people come, not saying hello to me, with a dried cake "for granddaughters" and spend a lot of time with us. I have to feed them, wash their plates, and no one will thank me. Believe it or not, they even look the same. Even their voices are similar. Terrible. Then, as if by the way, they began to ask Sasha for something small. It's light bulbs, because we've run out of lights, we've washed some, we've got plenty.

Really. We have long understood that in our country things have this tendency to become more expensive. It's just expensive. You don’t have to be a genius to understand that it’s time to stock up for a rainy day. And since we did not get a basement, we had to store everything in a small niche: a bunch of powder, light bulbs, batteries, soap. In short, something that will not spoil for a long time, but will always be useful.



And recently, my relatives have a new fashion. Accustomed to not being home during the day, they come without asking. The children have a remote, and they have no choice but to let their grandmother and aunt home. Then they go on to watch cartoons, and these two roaches are in my apartment, like at home.

For example, I am used to the fact that if you buy something tasty and do not finish it on the first dinner, write is gone. Children do not like fragrant cheese and olives. And they won't eat them during the day. But these products are very popular with my husband’s relatives, so you understand that I try to eat tight.



My sister-in-law also seems to be trying hard to eat, because I often find my things crumpled and stretched. Imagine, she does not hesitate to take someone else's dress, two sizes smaller, go in it (in an evening dress in the afternoon (!)) on a date and bring to my house before my husband's parish. Of course, this annoys me and I often arrange debriefing. But I love my husband, and he asks me to calm down. I mean, I can't do anything.

But the last case was special. I was planning a corporate event, and I asked my boss for a promotion a long time ago. I needed it, not so much for a new paycheck, but I wanted a promotion and more responsibility. For example, a small woman’s dream to have a chance to equal her husband in terms of career. We started the same way.

And so, in the evening, before the celebration itself, I don't find the dresses and jewelry I planned to wear. Running all over the apartment, maybe my husband's sister hid him somewhere. Calm down and decided to call her. So, the dress that I hung up so as not to crumple, liked this ... woman. And jewelry. And now she can't afford it because she's spending time with a new young man in a small restaurant. I can take something else, and she will bring me "goodies" later as a thank you.



My eyes went dark and I hung up. I got a different dress, the corporate party went bad, but I made a promotion. Apparently, the authorities could not resist my miserable appearance. After a huge scandal with the sister-in-law, neither she nor her mother come to us. I gave my husband an ultimatum: either me or a divorce. I have no regrets, but this cannot continue. Sasha himself started to go to his mother, and now I'm an angry maeger who does not make concessions.