Once I forgot my phone at home when I came back, found 10 missed from the stump, called back, heard an angry cry.

No matter how sophisticated the scripts of modern films, life-story Sometimes it looks much more dramatic than all the movies. It is understandable: human destinies are woven into such tangles that no writer ever dreamed of. It is sad that the main characters from such a course of events are not at all delighted.



The life of an ordinary person to us, the inhabitants, will always be very close. His problems are understandable and accessible. But that makes them equally interesting. Comedy becomes tragedy and vice versa. And over time, a number of troubles grow to the main problem. And somehow we have to get out of this mess.

After I was widowed, 11 years ago, my only son, Arthur, became the meaning of my life. I tried my best to make him a good man and a real man. And I think my attempts to be a modern, understanding mother have been successful. The boy grew up without any problems and learned, becoming a specialist in his field.



Peels In his youth he had some problems. If in the circle of friends he felt confident, then with the opposite sex there were small problems. He could not find a girlfriend for a long time, and when he found one, he was abandoned and suffered from it for a long time. On the other hand, he increased his efforts to study. However, his age is difficult to overestimate.

In the end, at one of the parties Arthur met a girl Valya. According to him, he immediately liked her. The guys started walking together, and then decided to try dating. It all turned into something more and turned into a wedding.



The Peels Young Family can't say they didn't have any problems. At least he didn’t tell me about any serious quarrels. My son and I are very close. We can talk about almost anything. I gave birth to him early, so I am pleased to know that my view of the problems of his generation is still fresh.

And then, unexpectedly, Arthur became a father. I was so excited. My dream came true: a son is arranged, with his wife, with a child. What more can I want? And, to be honest, it’s nice to still catch the barely hidden male looks, knowing that you are a real grandmother. So what? That's even better.



The other day I decided to go shopping. It was a great Saturday afternoon, it was time to go shopping and find something for my grandson. Not that he needed it, but why not? I did not take my phone with me, I did not want to be distracted by trifles.

And when I got home, I saw 10 missed calls from the sleigh. She's an older woman who can't text. At first I thought she had mistakenly called me so many times. But you have to call me back.

She answered loudly. No, she just yelled into the phone. Claimed my son was an unscrupulous tyrant and a scoundrel. He kicked out his wife and child, got drunk and made a mess. He called it all unprintable words and other charms. I am the mother of a real monster.

He didn’t answer my calls, so after 5 minutes a taxi was rushing me to his house. I had to figure it out, and again, this was not Arthur's behavior. I saw him last week and everything was fine.



Opening the door. It's a nightmare. Things are scattered around the apartment, something is broken somewhere. The son himself is sitting on the couch, completely inadequate, his eyes are wild. Saw me, blushed. I didn't know what to do. Screaming in such a situation would be foolish. It seems clear that he will not go to dialogue. Call the police or an ambulance? In a word, creepy.

After 15 minutes, Arthur felt better and at least began to try something sensible. He reached for some paper on the dresser and threw it in my direction. What could that be?

A paternity test. A document that I didn’t expect to see. Well, then I don't want to be a young grandmother. Seriously, the situation is very sad. An hour later, after a shower and a few cups of coffee, Arthur told me what happened. He did the test because he had suspected something for a long time but didn’t want to believe himself.

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After the scandal, the daughter-in-law left, taking the child with her. I understand she knew everything from the beginning. But I had time to say goodbye to accusing my son of all mortal sins and slam the door loudly. And Arthur, unable to withstand the tension, went to the next bottle. Then you know.

My daughter-in-law did not answer my calls. I had to call the stump again. To my fair claims, she reacted peculiarly. She said her daughter and granddaughter would have to stay with her. She said something nasty about my son again. And then... She was even more disgusting. In low tones, she began to threaten me.



Like, this "paper", that is, the test, does not mean anything. And my son yelled at his wife and maybe even beat him up. And according to my daughter-in-law, he was such a husband. But more importantly, they already have stamps in their passports. So after the divorce, they'll take everything from my son. They will divide the property, fight for every penny.

We all know which side the court takes in most cases. I have 100% confidence in my son. He could not behave as they say. There were no problems before. But I'm not a lawyer. I don’t know how real everything they say is. Of course, a divorce is necessary. But what comes next?



If there are people on this site who can even remotely explain to me what all this is fraught with, I would be very grateful. In the meantime, I'm sitting on needles. Who knows how this will end. And yet it was good. But in a moment like a thunder in the clear sky. It's all gone.