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A mother who loved her daughters more than her son.
We are convinced that parenting It has to be unconditional. If you have multiple children, you should love them equally. Unloved children see and feel everything. No one will tell you exactly how this attitude of a mother or father will affect his future.
Often, children who were disliked in childhood face problems in adulthood. However, there are exceptions to each rule. And our story today is about that.
My husband passed away when our children were young. The twin girls were 6 years old, and the son was 4. It was very difficult for me to accept Oleg’s departure, as it happened too suddenly. Diagnosis of doctors, long months spent in hospital, intensive care.
I knew I wasn’t paying enough attention to children. I just couldn’t find the strength to be a good mom. Thank you to my mother who helped us. Gradually, the atmosphere in our family began to improve, if at all possible.
As time passed, my children grew up. I started making custom confectionery. Cooking was always easy for me, and I realized that this way I could earn money. My daughters and son were my backbone. But I knew I was paying more attention to girls.
With Oleg (my son was named after my husband), I was just hard. Every year he became more like his father. Just a phenomenal similarity in appearance. When I looked at my son, I saw his beloved. Perhaps, on a subconscious level, that was what drove me away from the boy.
I tried to buy new clothes for the girls, and I just changed the old ones. While I was making new toys for them, Oleg was sitting in the living room reading books. He never hurt me or demanded anything from me. It was like he saw how hard it was for me, and he didn't try to burden me with his company. I know it sounds terrible, but it is.
My daughters grew up, studied, married and moved to other cities. And Oleg stayed with me. He often said that he would not abandon me, and I believed him, although it was very painful for me to admit that he was sacrificing everything for me, an old, infirm woman.
One day I said to him: Olezhka, you are the only one left, one instead of all the others. But I don't deserve your care and love, I'm sorry. You'd better get your life done quickly, marry a good woman, have kids. I'll be fine here, I promise!
In response, Oleg gently hugged me and whispered softly: “Don’t worry, Mommy!” I'll have a wife and a child. In the meantime, I'm staying with you. Know that you can always rely on me! ?
A few years later, my son really had a beautiful wife. She's as kind and bright as him. And a year later, Olezhka pleased me with the news: I will become a grandmother. I may never be able to forgive myself for the fact that my parental love was selective. But I'm so glad that over the years I've been able to rethink everything that's happened to me. Thank your son for that.
People tend to be wrong, and that’s okay. Sometimes we cannot control our emotions and emotions. Especially in moments of severe shock. We can understand the main character, and Oleg’s attitude towards her deserves respect.
Without knowing it, the woman raised a real man who you can rely on. Let more such stories with a happy ending!
Often, children who were disliked in childhood face problems in adulthood. However, there are exceptions to each rule. And our story today is about that.
My husband passed away when our children were young. The twin girls were 6 years old, and the son was 4. It was very difficult for me to accept Oleg’s departure, as it happened too suddenly. Diagnosis of doctors, long months spent in hospital, intensive care.
I knew I wasn’t paying enough attention to children. I just couldn’t find the strength to be a good mom. Thank you to my mother who helped us. Gradually, the atmosphere in our family began to improve, if at all possible.
As time passed, my children grew up. I started making custom confectionery. Cooking was always easy for me, and I realized that this way I could earn money. My daughters and son were my backbone. But I knew I was paying more attention to girls.
With Oleg (my son was named after my husband), I was just hard. Every year he became more like his father. Just a phenomenal similarity in appearance. When I looked at my son, I saw his beloved. Perhaps, on a subconscious level, that was what drove me away from the boy.
I tried to buy new clothes for the girls, and I just changed the old ones. While I was making new toys for them, Oleg was sitting in the living room reading books. He never hurt me or demanded anything from me. It was like he saw how hard it was for me, and he didn't try to burden me with his company. I know it sounds terrible, but it is.
My daughters grew up, studied, married and moved to other cities. And Oleg stayed with me. He often said that he would not abandon me, and I believed him, although it was very painful for me to admit that he was sacrificing everything for me, an old, infirm woman.
One day I said to him: Olezhka, you are the only one left, one instead of all the others. But I don't deserve your care and love, I'm sorry. You'd better get your life done quickly, marry a good woman, have kids. I'll be fine here, I promise!
In response, Oleg gently hugged me and whispered softly: “Don’t worry, Mommy!” I'll have a wife and a child. In the meantime, I'm staying with you. Know that you can always rely on me! ?
A few years later, my son really had a beautiful wife. She's as kind and bright as him. And a year later, Olezhka pleased me with the news: I will become a grandmother. I may never be able to forgive myself for the fact that my parental love was selective. But I'm so glad that over the years I've been able to rethink everything that's happened to me. Thank your son for that.
People tend to be wrong, and that’s okay. Sometimes we cannot control our emotions and emotions. Especially in moments of severe shock. We can understand the main character, and Oleg’s attitude towards her deserves respect.
Without knowing it, the woman raised a real man who you can rely on. Let more such stories with a happy ending!
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