When the husband died, his mother did not even attend the funeral, but quickly rushed to share the inheritance.

There are times when divorce - the most enjoyable thing in life. Yes, the marriage is broken and there's a sludge left. No one begins a pleasant division of property. But at heart, for some reason, easy and fun. And the son, what's the son? He is still young, there are no children, will be sad a little and find another. Well, it's life that's easy.



In general, sometimes it seems that the older generation treats the marriage of their child with some frivolity, or something. Mature people do not want to sympathize with young people. The stamp on the passport, the family. It doesn't mean anything, like. And if the parent is also divorced, you should not expect any life advice from him. It's better to figure it out. And why is that?

Despite the fact that his parents were humanities, Ilya was always drawn to the exact sciences. Even in school, he showed good results in the Olympiads in mathematics, geometry, physics. He was a good chess player. While mom and dad were deciding who would get the things after the divorce, the boy sat in the study for textbooks at night. He was really interested.

As time passed, no one was surprised when Ilyusha successfully entered the Polytechnic University on a free scholarship. By that time, the young man was with a computer for "you" and even taught schoolchildren this craft, of course, with the money of their parents. In short, he had no problem with money. But his mother, with whom he continued to live, constantly “borrowed” him some money for his “promising” projects.

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He was engaged in the manufacture of soaps, candles, rag toys. Spit, knit, wool. But all this bored her too quickly and, in the end, the woman left another occupation, so completely mastered it. At least my son didn’t mind helping financially.

The problems began when Ilya found a girlfriend. With his inherent pragmatism and foresight, the young man weeded out extra candidates and began to live with the one. He moved to the apartment, bought new furniture, started living as he wanted. And I did not forget about my mother: every month a good amount of money was “dropped” to a woman on a card. However, Ilya, as befits a good son, often visited the parent, helping her around the house. Time passed.

The wedding was... Standard. We invited a small number of guests, only our own. Relatives, a couple of friends, basically. So celebrate the birth of a new unit of society. Nothing has changed, in fact. But Elena Igorevna had her own thoughts on this. It's like something's locked in my head. From that day on, the happiness of her only son began to irritate her.



And a terrible period began. Every day, she called her son, complaining of constant pain that happened randomly all over her body for no reason. Ilya had to spend 23 hours a day in his old house. He had to constantly look after his adult mother and listen to her complaints about non-existent sores.

Sometimes the mother remembered her daughter-in-law and with the most disarming appearance interested in her affairs. But only for the next minute to insert some remark that she somehow does something wrong. Children do not give birth, a career does not build, the house does not help, and if it helps, then at the expense of work. They probably have people on these social networks. You're working, son.

At first, Ilya held the defense. But if something is thrown into your head so often, you will think about it without wanting it. And Ilya's wife, I must say, is beautiful. And now the worm of distrust began to bite into the head of the young husband. Why do that, why? Even Elena Igorevna could not answer. She was just not comfortable in the other way. The son has to help his mother. The girl's gonna take it.



But Ilya couldn't stand it. Distrust turned into a slight paranoia, and this already prevented work. How can you be constantly focused on the task at hand when your thoughts are far and far away from where you want to be? As a result, he was demoted as a specialist, and the bonus was the addiction to evening thoughts with a bottle at the top.

My wife saw all this and at first tried to get along. But there was no response, and her mother-in-law ignored her signals altogether. So the further events were obvious: honey, we need to live apart, I'm going back to my parents. This can't go on for long, so figure it out. And how inappropriately on the horizon looms former school love. Also divorced, and he is a prominent man and a compliant character.



Due to a small rustle or a handful of snow, a snow mass can come down from the mountain. Literally in a short period of time, an avalanche descends, burying everything under itself. Really, in a minute. That’s how a person can burn inside due to many negative factors. It was fresh and healthy, and now... The funeral is scheduled for Wednesday. Despite the weekday, a lot of people gathered: Ilya was still a good person.

And although Elena Igorevna was not at the funeral, she came not alone to divide the inheritance, but with a personal lawyer. I don't know why. Apparently, I watched in a movie, they say, so accepted. Having honored the former daughter-in-law with only a light smile, the “burning” woman sat down afar. For the full image, she was missing only a small vicious dog in her arms. Who knows, maybe that's how she grieved. The grief manifests itself in all different ways.

But bad news awaited her. His son left him some money. But nothing more. About as much as he gave her in 2 months. Nothing more. And all the assets went to the ex-wife, without any balance. It was impossible to say for sure whether she was happy about it, she did not even attend the announcement of the inheritance. So to reproach her again, at least at that moment, would not work.



The woman went home in no mood. She looked down at her feet. And the point was not even that from that moment handouts from the son could no longer be expected. Not that she was alone now. 2 months. He knew it. The fact is that it was 2 months after the wedding her child died out. It took him so long to get the rest of his life. How, why? She will probably never know that again...