“Boiling” in response to requests to help a pregnant third child sister Bashny.Net

For the most part, material assistance to a close relative - a thing, although not always pleasant, but necessary. If no one oversteps and crosses any boundaries, then such support can even bring people closer together, which can subsequently positively affect family members.



Human relationships, like their character, can be different. Sometimes very drastically. In this case, any debt, even the most insignificant, will lead to quarrels and conflicts. So, maybe it is better to borrow from other people, so as not to ruin the relationship?

In our family there has always been a matriarchy. My father worked two jobs, and my mother stayed home to look after me and tinker with the housework. Even though I was an only child, my mother always complained that she was very tired and lived within four walls. Dad never responded to her grumbling, just silently bringing some money into the house.

And yet, after school, as I now remember, I had to wash dishes while my mother and aunt sat in the living room watching TV shows discussing their husbands and mutual friends. They washed their bones, as usual, but that was the nature of their communication. Looking back on TV, I’m not surprised.



The only one my mother respected, despite her young age, was my cousin Light. Aunt's daughter. We went to different schools, and I did not talk to her often, but I was well aware that she studied well, knew how to play the violin and always helped her mother. A perfect example for me. According to Mom, of course.

Since we were two years old, we were constantly compared. After school, Sveta was sent to the economics department, and all summer she spent at textbooks with some terribly expensive tutor. And I did. I’ve always loved journalism, I’ve always loved journalism. I prepared myself and, not without pride, I can boast that I was one of the best students in the group. Six months later, she even became a headmaster.

Sveta did not work out with her profession, she simply did not love her. But she was very accommodating. In her second year, she liked one boy, then she suddenly became pregnant, and soon the young married. I, in turn, was known as a rebel, and I was only interested in additional classes and journalism. She became my passion.



Three years after the institute, I began to rent an apartment, which I soon bought. Of course, not without credit. My cousin had another pregnancy. The grandmother rewrote her “two” on the Light, and she moved to live in the village. My mom didn't mind, but my dad made a scandal that day for the first time in my memory. I didn't care, though.

Then I sorted out the debt (not the loan, just gave some money to my friends) and bought a car. All right, car. The old Opel, which is chased by modern teenagers. I remember my mother just twisted her finger to her temple. She said that even my father would be ashamed to drive a car like that. I'd better find someone. Svetka already has two children.

A year ago, a real circus began. Again, coincidence helped, but I am even grateful to him. Anyway, I got myself a new car. It so happened that there was money, and the price was relatively high for me. The old one had to be sold quickly, and the head was filled with this nonsense.



At the same time, Light (like all other relatives) learns that she is pregnant with a third. And if she and her husband used to make ends meet, now it's a pandemic. A family with small children, as you know, does not save money. They're needed every second. While I was saving on food, I was just getting into a habit.

And then one day, my beloved relatives start calling me. First my grandmother, then Sveta herself. They ask you to give up your car. I don’t need two, but Svetochka is a mother of many children and it is important that she is always in comfort. It won't fall off me. At first I was shocked by such impudence, but immediately refused. Thanks to my mother for her tough upbringing. I know how to say no.



After a couple of days and a million calls, my grandmother told me so many nasty things in one phone conversation that I decided not to return her calls at all. It hurt. And then my mom called. We spent a lot of time telling each other the news, and she was complaining about her father not being able to renovate the apartment and all that.

At the end, she asked about the car. She asked me what it cost me. She said that she and her father would be very pleased if I made such a gift. I'm sorry. I can’t say that I had any special interest in her persuasion, but the mention of my father changed something about me, and I did agree.

Already at the very end of the conversation, when the conversation turned to trifles, I noticed that my sister and husband do not have a garage, the car will completely rust. To which my mother replied, “What to worry about, they will spin, buy a garage.” The car is practically new. Then I smiled and said, “You used to call my car rusty junk, but now it’s almost new?” ?

A pause, a heavy sigh and a changed, arrogant mother's voice. Are you crazy about your journalism? Why would we all ask you about your old tin? Nobody wants it for nothing. You give the light a new car that you recently took. Why did she give up? And the sister is just the children in kindergarten will have something to carry. And on business, too. You're so stupid.



Well, I turned my phone off. Now I'm going to block all my relatives. I'll just talk to my dad, I want him to explain. Nothing will change my opinion, because I don’t even want to think about these people. Evil takes. I wanted to share my story with you and I really feel that part of the cargo was asleep. I hope everyone brings something interesting to themselves. I'm thinking of going on vacation. Relax a little.