The ex-wife of her husband called and began to hint that it would be good for her son to provide a gift for the wedding, but I am categorically against it. Bashny.Net

What do the parents of the bride look at first? That their daughter should have bridegroom. After all, this is not only a secure marriage, but also the necessary acquaintances, prospects, a good start for family life. Even the wedding gift will be given special attention. “How do we marry our own daughter?”



In all this story, it is clear only that parents on both sides are simply obliged to give the last penny to the wedding of their child. So that people do not whisper behind their backs and matchmakers are satisfied. It's a tradition. Whether it is right or wrong is an open question. In the West, they don't bother with it at all. Has the child reached a certain age? Goodbye to adulthood. We'll be there for the wedding. If you call me, of course.

My first husband was such a scumbag. He was always in the wrong mood, often yelling, even raising his hand at me several times. To give you a better idea, we were living in a one-bedroom apartment at the time, so our little daughter saw all our quarrels. Not even the tears of the child stopped him. I still couldn't get a divorce.



Then when we got divorced, it was hard. I went to the apartment with Dasha. At the same time, I tried somewhere to earn extra money, because I did not have a normal profession, and some pennies were paid on sabbaths. I had to replace the girls at the change of the cashier or get a nurse. Without experience and not on the most favorable terms.

Only then did I meet Zhenya, my future husband. He gave me that energy that still feeds my body and soul. A kind, sweet, even naive person. He joined our family without any problems. My daughter is crazy about him, loves him like a mother. In the household he helps me a lot, not forgetting that he is a man and a breadwinner.



We started with him from scratch, and now we have a good business. If before I could not manage to rent a one-bedroom apartment without getting into debt, now we all live in a private house, in a good neighborhood. Twice a year we fly on vacation, and my daughter entered a very prestigious school. But I remember very well where I started and to whom I owe my success today.

I respect Zhenya and I appreciate him very much. For others, of course, he is Yevgeny Andreevich, but he does not like all this officialism and sharing. Simplicity and openness are the key to success, as he always likes to say. And I'll sign every word he says.

A couple of years ago we flew to the islands and Zhenya announced that he wanted to adopt my Dasha. The news struck both of us pleasantly and I was just glad that my daughter was finally having a real father. This event brought us even closer together. And so, when I was sure that my husband is the perfect man in all respects, I learned one bad news. News from his past.



I knew that Zhenya was married. What if I married him myself with a baby in my arms? He had no children of his own, so I didn’t pay much attention to his previous marriage. Well, the groom from a good family, you could say. Turns out I shouldn't.

My husband's first wife had a young son when they got married. And so that there are no problems with the documents and everything else. Zhenya decided to adopt him. Yeah, you got it right. He didn’t even know his father was actually his stepfather. You know? He still thinks so. But after the divorce, Zhenya’s first wife was so angry with him that she forbade him to communicate with her son.

My perfect husband, of course, left all the property to his ex. He left her with two bags containing his clothes and personal belongings. It is good that he is an excellent specialist and was able to get back on his feet quickly. And also that he did not lose nerve from such a turn of events. After all, there are bachelors who can not recover after a divorce and sit tightly on a glass.



There you go. He had an agreement with his ex-wife that since he did not see his “son”, and gave everything to his wife, she should not expect any alimony from him. She, of course, immediately agreed, because I understand that the beggar will never have money for alimony. And then Zhenya and I started living and working together, and then you know.

And somehow, his ex learned about our family's success. And her son grew up during this time and even decided to get married. So she decided to call us at home and tell the Wife in person. This woman directly stated that it would be nice if the father himself came to the wedding to his son and help him with the beginning of adulthood. The car, as a gift, would be enough with the head. Of course, not the domestic model.



After all, according to the documents, her son is still the official son of Eugene. He wanted it. I don’t care if it’s been so many years. Besides, I'm sure my son doesn't even remember Zhenya. Plus, his mother definitely said all sorts of nonsense about his “father” during this time. One hundred percent. Now he just wants to make a profit.

But if someone else were in my husband's shoes, he'd just laugh into the phone. It is clear that the situation is more comic than serious. Everyone understands. But my Zhenya is too perfect. So he thought seriously about his ex. He tells me that he will not go anywhere and will not give anything.

But I can see everything in his eyes. That call still torments him, and it's months before the wedding. No matter how much I talk to him, the result is the same. He says one thing in words, and in his eyes stands another. If I talk to his ex in person, it won't change anything, either. She's a fruit she won't leave her own.



Not that buying a car completely drained our budget, no. But why should I let you spend our money on someone else's family? The grown-up guy who, you see, was getting married. To show that the groom is from a good family? No, the train's gone. Now Dasha and I are his family. It always will be. Just how to solve it at our level, and quickly. The more time passes, the more confidence Zhenya has. I don't like that anymore.