My sister comes to our house every weekend, and everything would be fine, but her son is a real tomboy, decided to discuss this issue with her.

Relatives living on a large living space, sooner or later face one not very pleasant, but very life problem. How to share a house So that there is enough for everyone and no one leaves hurt? This is especially true after children grow up and get married.



Real estate itself is quite a dangerous topic for dialogue. It always causes disputes, debates, competitions within the circle of relatives and friends. And, unfortunately, very often after such conversations, some have hidden resentments and a sense of wounded pride. Sad but true.

My mother is quite a charismatic person. She can talk anyone into anything. Unfortunately, it played a pretty cruel joke with my family.

My younger sister and I grew up in the country. Well, as in the village, now it is called the countryside. 15 kilometers from the city, there is good asphalt and some infrastructure. Of course, all this appeared not so long ago and so far it looks a little kolkhoz. But little by little, I think it will. Moreover, cities are now expanding and turning into large anthills.



My parents always wanted us to stay here instead of being separated from our family. With my spouses, in a big house. There should be enough seats and we will all be together. Again, nature, river, air. There's no such thing in town. My sister and I knew we had to live separately. And there is no work in the village, and mom and dad just don't want to let us go. But it's only in my head that it's so simple.

The youngest got married first. I didn’t give in to any of my mother’s persuasion and went to the city. There they rented a house, settled down, found her a job. And then she got pregnant. At first I was very happy for her and even a little jealous. But then my opinion changed. It turns out that living away, in a new place and with a stomach is not so easy. My husband goes missing at work, and the apartment is expensive, but quite small. Very unusual.

At that time I was preparing for the wedding. And after listening to my sister, I thought. And then my mom hooked up. She also promised to raise her own child if necessary. No babysitter compares. So, don’t worry, daughter, in case all the rears will be covered. So I gave up and convinced my husband to live with my parents.



Peels Timur agreed, but on one condition: we make an extension, repairs and a separate exit. We don’t just move in as new residents. We become neighbors with our own square feet. Well, it was a matter of principle for him. We invested well, took out a loan, but it was worth it. I am lucky that my husband has golden hands. Even Dad praised him.

After a while, we had two attached rooms, a new bathroom with a toilet and a modern shower. Everything is fresh, according to European standards. In addition, we decided to make cosmetic repairs in several rooms of the “old house”. But still, the difference was dramatic. On the other hand, why should we be surprised? Original materials and style. It should be.

And then one day my sister came to visit us. I spent a long time talking about life. I saw that she liked our repair, and she did not regret the compliments. Well, it was a pleasure. Although only Timur and I knew how much money we still had to pay for all this splendor. So we just smiled modestly.



But it didn't end there. The sister began to come more often and not alone, but with her husband and child. And if there are no complaints to her husband, then the boy turned out to be a tomboy. I love my nephew. But not when he cuts new curtains and paints snow-white walls. It really pisses me off. My husband isn't happy either, by the way.

In the background of all this, I once called my sister and told her my displeasure. I would like to meet her at her place or in neutral territory. Then we need to clean up everything and prepare for their new arrival. It's not a hotel. To which my sister replied quite sharply and not without offensive adjectives.

She doesn’t come to me, but to her parents. This is her house, too. I would try to live in a small city apartment, and even with a child. Then I'd know what it's like. And now I've arranged my life, and she won't be able to. Because attachment to parents will not work: it is not "Guard". She should have listened to her mother, not me.



After I shared with my mother our “cute” quarrel, she sided with my sister. Confirmed that this is our common home and she is free to come to it anytime. And, of course, not alone. You think they ruined some curtains. That's the way to patch it! And the walls are repainted... Well, people don't understand that the consequences will be visible and it will look disgusting.

Then I consulted my husband and came to my parents with a difficult conversation. It was about our arrangements. We came to the conclusion that since our house is all so common, then everyone should pay for its repairs equally. In other words, dear parents, give a coin. So we will close the loan and buy new curtains. We give the old ones free of charge, you can stash.

What started there? And no one asked us to stay. And we, such and such, old people bill (on our fair remark that my younger sister and husband can pay the missing amount, they were silent). In general, ungrateful we and more talk to us, they do not see the point. Live as you wish.



Now the situation is this: we live in our annex, parents - in the main house. My sister has only come once and never even said hello. Apparently, they complained about me and my husband. But now for some reason she does not come and the son-in-law and nephew do not take with him. Something must have changed. I, for one, am calm. And Timur, too. We live, pay the loan, work. We need to get away from the negative and keep thinking positively. But my advice to you is to look for a separate home before getting married. Keep a lot of nerve cells.