The patience ended when I realized that my wife’s parents were more important to my son than me.

No matter how close the relationship is, you always need to know your boundaries. Because man is not constant. Everything in his head depends on many factors: mood, health, financial success. Therefore donation It's best to fix it somewhere. Especially if in fact it is not a gift, but the most natural exchange. Just between your own.



People cannot always control their actions. This can also affect their surroundings. How, for example, to take your debt back, if you urgently need money, and the debtor does not have them? You won't go to court because there's no evidence. And you will demand something - so among the mutual acquaintances you are known as a meek man. And you don't get any of that.

Now I am a pensioner, I am over sixty. My son and I have no contact. And I don't see it as a tragedy. Actions have to be held accountable, right? Especially an adult. So do not judge harshly, but rather listen to what happens in life. Maybe you'll need it someday.

When my only son got married, I was still working in production. The town is small, there are few prospects, so the young family decided to move to the capital. There are more opportunities and young people love it. There is a place to grow and raise children. Well, I blessed them and sent them with a light heart.



It's been 2 years. My son was able to get in a pretty good place. But the daughter-in-law stayed home. I couldn’t find myself long enough to become a housewife. I was in their rented apartment once. Really, it's clean, clean. Dinner was delicious, so she can cook too. My son doesn’t have rich parents. You have to endure, the years are young.

Well, at least, Alla, that's the name of the daughter-in-law, views on the situation are very mature. Her parents are from the village. A lot of kids. So she knows very well what need is. My son does not nag, and this is, you know, a very common reason for divorce. Anyway, my daughter-in-law always seemed like a very nice person to me.

The situation is getting out of control, but little by little the situation began to spiral out of control. My son's salary was cut. And the owners of their apartment raised the rent. How to develop and have children here? Or create poverty? So it's all nonsense, and life does not work. I thought about it and decided to go to my cousin in Canada. She called me for a long time, but I never had any serious thoughts about moving.



I retired, gathered my courage and went to work in another country for 4 years. It is clear that this money for the apartment is not enough, but for the first deposit should be enough. Maybe I'll be lucky and have something left.

Every month, she sent her son most of the salary, writing down all expenses in a notebook. It took me three and a half years of my life to collect the right amount. But the goal was achieved.



The Peels greeted me festively. My son grew up and my eyes became sad. My daughter-in-law was as warm as I remembered her. We walked around the capital, saw the sights. Then we went to their house to rest. We set a good table. It was pretty good. Until I started talking about where they chose the apartment.

I wanted to advise them not to chase the center, because everything is expensive there. On the contrary, look at remote areas. They will develop, so they will develop modern infrastructure. And the price will also rise over time. This advice was given to me by my sister, so I wanted the kids to take advantage of it.

But the son only nervously scratched his elbow and said that Alla's parents were now in trouble and he decided to lend them money until the situation improved. In the meantime, they will live in a rented apartment. The daughter-in-law was silent and looked away. I realized then that even though she didn't find a job, she was much smarter than my son.

Then I began to ask, under what conditions was given the loan, what guarantees that the money will be returned. Alla began to answer that her parents are honest people, and they will soon give the money, and even throw it on top. Then I got sick, so I asked to get out. My son went with me and we did a couple of laps around the house.



At that time, I told him how disappointed I was. That I made this money for them with the remnants of my health and now everything will just stay in its place. It was obvious that my words hurt him, but he had nothing to say. I did not return to their apartment. I got on the bus and went to my place.

Giving money to close relatives took a couple of months. The money I set aside for myself is still not running out. But my sister called and asked me how my health was and what was going on. Since I didn’t talk to my son or daughter-in-law, it was nice to talk to someone else. My sister told me they were always waiting and missing me.



Peels, and something struck me in the head. It really is. What am I losing? It's easy for me to earn food and housing there. My sister will. I'll finally learn a normal language. Anyway, I like it there. It's kind of depressing at home. I bought tickets. She went to see her sister.

Now you're going to criticize me. Before I left, I rented out my apartment. Cheap, yes. But I did. There was a family who thanked me for my low rent. But one day my son called me. Said his father-in-law couldn't pay the money, and prices in the capital went up. He asked me to move in while I was abroad.



Peels, I turned him down. I didn't. I didn't let them move in. You know why? I already have people living there, and not for free. I promised them, and I keep my word. And I'm twice as old as my son. I found the courage to go to work. My wife can’t go to work for years. No kids, though.

They're young, strong. They'll figure it out if they want to. But my patience ran out as soon as I realized that my wife's parents were more important to my son than me. Let him do it now. And I will live as I see fit.