I went to Italy for two years to work to improve the situation of my family, but when I came back I was disappointed.

It's okay if stranger He doesn't want to take you in. Sometimes. Father-in-law or mother-in-law, father-in-law or mother-in-law are sometimes the same problems, to put it mildly. But if there are feelings between two young people, they will by all means live together. It's called adulthood.



It’s another thing when your family seems to avoid your presence. That's where the real drama lies. The reasons can be very different, but the result is always the same: heartbreak, resentment and tears. What to do in this case, try to get back into dialogue or spit and go your own way? Everyone decides for themselves. Just like his heart tells him. There can be no advisors in this position. They'll just be superfluous here.

Have you ever heard of over-ambitiousness? Well, I have this case. I always wanted my family to live better, to develop, to move in this world and not to be ashamed of other people. After the birth of my son, I was at work 4 months later. I didn't let my husband relax on the couch so he could catch my rhythm too, and we'd keep up. You think it's that simple? But in our time, there is simply no other way.

However, life has developed in such a way that we have only entered such a strong, well-coordinated middle class. And that, by the standards of our city. Compared to the capital, it would be like heaven and earth. Is that something to be proud of? So I guess not. My husband often complained that I was trying to make robots out of him and our son. I have a big, clumsy guy. Just give me an excuse and keep his feet up on the couch. Lazy, in general.



My son’s upbringing was handled by me personally. We sent him to a good school, the best in town. Then I enrolled him in an advanced math course, and a year later I added two lessons a week in athletics. In this case, I did not catch stars from the sky, I just did not want Svyatoslav to grow up as a fat mattress, like his father. Over time, the child has made some progress in both directions. But for my purposes, that wasn't enough.

After finishing 9th grade, my husband and I discussed his achievements and aspirations in life. I wanted him to go to the capital to study as a programmer at the end of 11th grade. Everyone knows that at the moment it is probably the most promising profession. But for complete happiness there was not enough money. Housing, school and everything. My husband stubbornly told me that Saint had already chosen a profession for himself and wanted to enter a local university. And most importantly, it's estimated to go there. But what are the prospects for such a decision?



And the fool understands that here he would be able to get to a certain level, but no more. The capital is the ideal option. It is not for nothing that everyone goes there, then it will be much easier for him. But my husband was stubborn. I even offered to take out a loan for this business or sell the car. No reaction. At that moment, I decided to show my women’s initiative and go all-in. My decision was simple. Go to my sister's in Italy. Make the right amount and come back. Just two years. And the conversation is over.

At first, my husband took it as a joke. But he didn’t want to back down either. That's how we agreed. I went to my sister and my husband stayed home. My son was also on my father’s side. But I understand that a child from a small town is afraid to move away from his parents. It's okay. It'll work. That's what I thought then. Who knew how it would turn out?



Peels Back Home I was lucky. My sister found me a nice job, and let's just say I sat at my desk all the time, switching my phone to one line or another. You didn't even have to talk to anyone. But that was the end of all the positivity.

You see, nobody prepared for my arrival. No meeting, no flowers, no hugs. My husband took the car for an hour and a half. He said there was traffic, but I realized he just forgot. My son wasn't home at all. He was with friends. Or a friend, I don't know. If we talked about any event in his life before, now he was very closed to me. Svyatoslav talked with his father much more willingly.

I didn't know what was going on. Mom came, you could wash the floors in the apartment, clean the closet, lay out things. I imagined walking into a clean, clean apartment. My men will meet me in new, beautiful and ironed clothes. Maybe we should go to the restaurant and celebrate. Instead, I saw one huge mattress and then a smaller one. The son so in general, dipped a kilogram by 10, and not just know.



I'm a stranger, but the pulp left me for later. Two days after I calmed down and decided to talk to my husband about the future of our son, he looked at me with his big eyes and in a surprised tone asked me if I had still left this “stupid” idea. Of course, I said no. And then my beloved faithful gave me the whole truth. And she turned my world upside down.

It turned out that our Saint had long ago “scored” for study. No, he still has knowledge, but it is not the level with which one could enter the capital’s institute. And with the successful passing of exams in our local university, he has no problems. He was trained on an accelerated program, studied with a tutor, so everything he needed to know, he already knows. That's what he's been kicking for the last two years. The two years his mother made money in another country.

But that's not all. After some theatrical breath, my husband notified me that he was having an affair. Our son's tutor. Nothing serious yet, but who knows how it will go next. Svyatoslav is not aware of this yet, but he probably suspects something. Our city is small, so the truth cannot be hidden. That's news for me, for dessert.



Before I had time to acclimatize and recover, I found out that my family is in a real collapse. It's an alien family! And as they try to tell me, personally through my fault. I'm going to see a psychologist, soothing is already bought. I spent the third day with a friend. She's lonely, always at work. I don't know what to do next. My men didn't need me. Where to go and what to do is a mystery to me. Life has cracked, and for the first time I don't know how to patch this crack.