My husband was invited to my sister’s birthday party, and I wasn’t invited, but I decided to go and prove that I was worth the attention.

We are all different people and we all have our own cockroaches in our heads. Most of our surroundings are shaped by similar outlooks on life, professional moments, and the like. But coming relatives are a completely different matter. The people we now call relatives just because they are real relatives of our soul mates are like a real cat in a bag.



The Peels never know what will happen to them. Some are too intrusive, others drink a lot. Some are constantly asking for debt or trying to cheat. Of course, there are normal people. But as they say, it's lucky. But luck in life, unfortunately, not always.

I do not communicate with my husband’s relatives. I don't see anything wrong with that now. Although, since the beginning of our relationship, I was sure that we would become best friends. But life is different and it is no one’s fault. Let me tell you why.

I got married a year ago. This was my first and hopefully the only time. My husband is married and has a four-year-old daughter. There’s nothing wrong with that, that’s the way life is. But as it turned out, even in the divorce, his first wife was able to influence our marriage. In fact, without knowing it.

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Kirill is 34, I'm 24. There is a certain age difference, but no one feels it. Since childhood, my husband loves sports, especially light gymnastics. Has no bad habits, always tightened, cheerful and easy to lift. So it looks appropriate and we, as a couple, look very organic.

I also try to keep up, take care of myself, do not overeat. But it's just a habit, I don't even care. I love traveling and thank goodness we have no problem with that. The fact is that Kirill earns very well, so from the financial side we have no problems.

I can't boast of a good job. Even with higher education. The thing is, I'm an orphan. I didn’t have opportunities like my husband at the time. It's a sad story, but I'm trying to catch up and even enrolled in design courses. There is plenty of free time, so why not try it?



Kirill's family isn't easy either. When they come to visit us, the entire parking lot around the house turns into a fleet of luxury cars. Nice people, always well-groomed, friendly, very well-mannered. When we first met, there were so many curious pairs of eyes looking at me that I even felt it. It was a shame to welcome me warmly, family-friendly.

But then their attitude towards me became somewhat cooler. Not that anyone treated me negatively, no. No one else came up or paid compliments. I didn't even say hello. Just a total disregard. It was like I was a prize dog at an exhibition and won a prize. And each of our new meetings is a different exhibition, and I am no longer an interesting participant.

My husband reacted the same way to all my complaints: “Why do you need them, you have me.” Who cares what they think? Are we married or do you want to marry them? All that stuff. He did not understand that, first of all, his relatives meant a lot to me as an orphan. And second of all, why don't I get along with them if they're such successful people?



A couple of times I tried to draw attention to myself at family parties, but I did not work out. They're all actually very friendly. But breaking into this circle of mutual understanding and support is almost impossible. It seems like a closed community, a secret society. But I saw it was just people with money and connections. Nothing more.

And then the husband was invited to the birthday of his cousin. Exactly. Not the two of us, just the husband. Maybe someone else in my place would be crazy. Putting unnecessary ultimatums and all that. I did something different. I took out a large sum of money from the stash, put it in an envelope and told my husband that I wanted to come with my present. I'll be quiet, but I want to be there.

My husband loves me, so he agreed with me almost immediately. I just told him that I was trying to get so close to his family. But that was my concern. Dressed in everything new and the best, we went to the party. It was entirely my fault.



Everyone smiled at me at the party. But no one wanted to come and talk. The envelope was quickly placed with the other gifts. I thought the sister-in-law wanted to hide him somewhere deep, but I decided not to succumb to paranoia. For me there was another place, there were many delicious dishes and the fun felt even in the air.

Towards the end of the evening, I, a little hopsy, went to the bar counter to look at a large ice figure. There were a few people there talking to each other. Of course, I did not approach them, because I realized that I would no longer be interested in these people. But a few minutes later, a young girl came up to me, one of the guests. She smiled and said hello to me first. I saw her for the first time.

Turns out she was the birthday girl's best friend. You know, even she's in this company, and I'm not. After a brief exchange of standard phrases about the weather and the holiday, she began to get to the point. Namely, that in vain I came to this party, because everyone around perceived it as a gesture of an unbred person.



I replied that I already understand this myself, but at least I will spend time with pleasure. Seeing the notes of approval in her look, I asked if she knew why I wasn't nice to my new relatives. To which she replied that yes, of course. The problem, it turns out, was his ex.

Her dad was a judge. With all of this flowing. So my husband's previous marriage was seen by his family as a union made in heaven. And they didn't care about her cheating. The most important thing is a good relationship with her father. What good is it for me, a lean orphan, without education and money? Nothing. After a while, I thanked my casual acquaintance for the conversation and went to my husband. To say I'm stupid and I love him so much.



After that evening, I am not offended at all by coming relatives who ignore me. No, I don't treat them badly. I just live like they don't exist. In fact, we are similar in that. I now know that the lives of rich people are different from mine, and not always for the good. But it's their burden. I will enjoy my life with my husband. Don't go anywhere. Which I wish everyone, by the way.