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My son called and started complaining about life, I already knew what he needed, but my decision will not change.
I am a mother of three children: I have two sons and a baby daughter! They are now adults, and I can’t wait for my grandchildren, although I understand that first they have to start a family. But now it is fashionable to live a civil marriage, and the birth of a young family stretches for years.
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I used to think that the main thing is to put children on their feet so that they become independent, and then you can relax. But it wasn't! I'm just as worried about them. Why me and me? Yes, because she married an infantile man who can not even take care of himself, let alone children.
But all in order. My eldest son Pasha is skeptical about family life and is not going to get a wife at all. The younger Anya went through the guys a little and circled their heads, but did it consciously and wisely. Now she has found her soul mate, and they have been living in a civil marriage for two years, they only have to sign. I'm almost calm for Anya!
But here's Mitya, my middle son, adding me gray specifically! During college, he started living with a girl. "Mom, I'll get married!" he said. Only the "love of his life" turned a ponytail, pulled money with Miti (and me), and then found another.
It affected me because they rented an apartment to live together, and they were constantly short of money. “Mom, I don’t have anything to pay for the apartment!” he called every month. When I asked why they did not pay for the apartment together, I heard the answer that Katya has no money because she is collecting for a gift to her mother. And I gave him money as much as I could to keep him from dropping out.
When Katya broke up with Mitya, I decided that he would have science. Under my guidance, my son finished his studies, got his diploma and, I thought, gained experience. But! Fools learn from the mistakes of others, and smart ones learn from their own, and then only from the third time, apparently.
On the horizon appeared Julia. "Mom, she's so, so!" Mom, she's the best! my son told me. The girl, at first glance, gave the impression of an intelligent and reasonable person. I was even happy at first. They moved to another city, rented an apartment to live separately. And again, twenty-five: there is not enough money for anything.
At that time, the son had a decent salary, some couples with children live for a month. Not enough for two of you! Yulia could work for six months and a year nowhere: then the girl is difficult to find a job, then her health does not allow her to work, then her staff is not satisfied. They have been living in a civil marriage for 5 years.
And all these 5 years I periodically send money to Mita. Not much, but I do! I know it’s time to teach him a lesson, but I just hear: “Mom, there’s not even bread to buy!” My soul is out of place. This is my own son!
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I tried to open his eyes and explain that there is an unhealthy situation, that it is not normal: so distribute (or spend?) the family budget, that the money “evaporates” is not clear where, because even with the current prices for products they should be in stock. He said, “I know you never liked Julia.” My son can't hear me! What do I do?
Yesterday, Mitya called and complained: I had to resign from my old job, I have not yet found a new vacancy, I do not know what to live on, and so on. His girlfriend (or wife) is currently working. But! Mitin’s money is “our” money, and Yulin’s money is “her” money, and she spends it only on herself. How about that?
I know that my son will be asking for some money again. But I told myself, that's enough. Let your problems solve themselves. Either Julia will support him, or he will see for himself. Now I ask for advice: how can I stand up and keep my word?
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? No wonder they say that you quickly get used to the good. Only here in money matters it is very important that you are not manipulated, whether it is just a friend or a close relative. The main character of the story with this task, it seems, could not cope. But she wants to fix it and teach her son how to live. Do you think she'll make it?
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I used to think that the main thing is to put children on their feet so that they become independent, and then you can relax. But it wasn't! I'm just as worried about them. Why me and me? Yes, because she married an infantile man who can not even take care of himself, let alone children.
But all in order. My eldest son Pasha is skeptical about family life and is not going to get a wife at all. The younger Anya went through the guys a little and circled their heads, but did it consciously and wisely. Now she has found her soul mate, and they have been living in a civil marriage for two years, they only have to sign. I'm almost calm for Anya!
But here's Mitya, my middle son, adding me gray specifically! During college, he started living with a girl. "Mom, I'll get married!" he said. Only the "love of his life" turned a ponytail, pulled money with Miti (and me), and then found another.
It affected me because they rented an apartment to live together, and they were constantly short of money. “Mom, I don’t have anything to pay for the apartment!” he called every month. When I asked why they did not pay for the apartment together, I heard the answer that Katya has no money because she is collecting for a gift to her mother. And I gave him money as much as I could to keep him from dropping out.
When Katya broke up with Mitya, I decided that he would have science. Under my guidance, my son finished his studies, got his diploma and, I thought, gained experience. But! Fools learn from the mistakes of others, and smart ones learn from their own, and then only from the third time, apparently.
On the horizon appeared Julia. "Mom, she's so, so!" Mom, she's the best! my son told me. The girl, at first glance, gave the impression of an intelligent and reasonable person. I was even happy at first. They moved to another city, rented an apartment to live separately. And again, twenty-five: there is not enough money for anything.
At that time, the son had a decent salary, some couples with children live for a month. Not enough for two of you! Yulia could work for six months and a year nowhere: then the girl is difficult to find a job, then her health does not allow her to work, then her staff is not satisfied. They have been living in a civil marriage for 5 years.
And all these 5 years I periodically send money to Mita. Not much, but I do! I know it’s time to teach him a lesson, but I just hear: “Mom, there’s not even bread to buy!” My soul is out of place. This is my own son!
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I tried to open his eyes and explain that there is an unhealthy situation, that it is not normal: so distribute (or spend?) the family budget, that the money “evaporates” is not clear where, because even with the current prices for products they should be in stock. He said, “I know you never liked Julia.” My son can't hear me! What do I do?
Yesterday, Mitya called and complained: I had to resign from my old job, I have not yet found a new vacancy, I do not know what to live on, and so on. His girlfriend (or wife) is currently working. But! Mitin’s money is “our” money, and Yulin’s money is “her” money, and she spends it only on herself. How about that?
I know that my son will be asking for some money again. But I told myself, that's enough. Let your problems solve themselves. Either Julia will support him, or he will see for himself. Now I ask for advice: how can I stand up and keep my word?
Life Wisdom: What does this story teach us? No wonder they say that you quickly get used to the good. Only here in money matters it is very important that you are not manipulated, whether it is just a friend or a close relative. The main character of the story with this task, it seems, could not cope. But she wants to fix it and teach her son how to live. Do you think she'll make it?
When the child appeared, we became a little cramped in a one-room apartment, I dream of exchanging an apartment, but my mother-in-law is adamant.
Sharing an old recipe for kulich on 70 yolks, enough for the whole family, even for neighbors remains