When I needed help, my sister turned me down, and now I know something that could change her life, but I don't think it's worth saying.

No matter how close relatives are, you still need to keep your distance in some matters. When you get inside, it usually doesn't end well. And our reader is one hundred percent sure of that. She believes that sisterhood The topic is secret, you can not climb into it under any conditions.



Whether she is right or not is an open question. We personally believe that situations can be different and should be acted on in accordance with the circumstances. But we have no right to argue with the opinion of the narrator. On the other hand, the comments are open, so you can always express your point of view. And they might even listen to her.

People in the villages live more friendly than in the city. You just sleep in the apartment. You spend the rest of your time at work, traveling or whatever. And in the village, all the relatives are visible. There is constant communication and mutual assistance. My brightest years were spent in my native village. Mom and sister. Unfortunately, these times are only in the past.



When Rita was 23 years old, she moved to live in the city, with her young man. I kept it to the last, but I had to move into a city apartment a few years later. All the fault is the lack of normal infrastructure and working prospects. If it wasn't for all this, I swear to you, she'd be living on the farm and feeling great.

Rita and I are now in our fifties. I live there with my husband and son. And ten years ago, she decided to leave the country altogether, try her luck abroad, on earnings. Her husband was doing so well, but the children had to be raised, so they could not do otherwise. I tried to dissuade her, but somewhere in my heart I knew that she was not doing this out of a good life.

Speaking of her husband, my son-in-law, you can't find a more unsociable person with fire during the day. In so many years, I have only seen him a few times. And that's just because I was a guest at a wedding and some other general celebration. Just to see him as a relative, he absolutely did not want. To me, the typical attitude of an ordinary city dweller.



When Rita left, she kept calling me for the first couple of months. It was hard, it was sad. She missed her home, her son, her husband, after all. But they, as I understand it, did not want to talk much or did not know how to talk. So Rita poured out all her experiences in our conversations. Fortunately, six months later it became a little easier. My sister got used to it and was able to speak to local employers at least normally.

Then she had a lot to do and started calling me less and less. I even tried to dial it myself a couple of times, but my sister was always full of worries, and even these time zones... She came very rarely. Once a year and for a week and a half. Rita spent the whole time with her family. My husband and I were not invited. And I’m not offended, in her place, I would also like to spend time with my family.

But it was my turn to ask for help. The fact was that our family had a good amount of money with which to do something. So we decided to buy our son an apartment. That’s only for a good option was not enough $ 5 thousand. Not crazy numbers, of course. But it was a very profitable offer, it was impossible to miss it.



I called Rita, told her the situation in the hope that she would help her sister. I even said I'd give it back with interest. If only I could buy that place. But she firmly refused me. I didn’t even pretend to have money. She just said she didn't want to put our relationship on a financial footing. Unfortunately, I have to reject my request. So we blew my son's apartment.

I was very offended at her then. Even crying all night. How could my beloved sister do this to me? Not on business, but on pure principle. Obviously, our communication has somehow faded. I'd even say it stopped completely. I hated having a conversation after all this, and she probably didn't have too much time.

It's been 3 years since then. We still don't talk to our sister, and I still think she's wrong. However, I received new information. It turned out that Rita's husband is walking away from her while his wife is ploughing in another country. A friend told me this, but I didn’t believe her. How do you know for sure? Well, I decided to walk outside their house one day. After work. Let me take a walk, I think. Who would be worse off?



Yeah, I saw him hugging a woman. They carried packages in their hands and talked nicely to each other. Now he didn't seem so silent. Feelings are manifested only in comfortable conditions. That's the son-in-law.

So I have a dilemma before me. On the one hand, I hate cheating. And I think the sister should know about her husband's adventures. But I really resent her. Her fundamental betrayal has severely damaged our family. Besides, who knows. It's her personal life after all. Maybe that's how it should be. I'd rather not get in there.



I don't know what to do. I'm not going to write anonymously like in school. Where should I send them? I can’t even talk to my husband about it, because it’s about my sister, not some friend. As long as I live like I did, of course. But soon I will have to decide who I am: a good sister who cares about family ties. Or a person with strong principles and self-esteem. In the meantime, we have what we have.