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When my ex-mother-in-law showed up on my doorstep, I didn’t immediately recognize her, only her bad temper didn’t change.
"Everything will come back boomerang." So many people try to think and sometimes even turn out to be right. You have done something wrong to someone and it usually comes back. And in the multiplied equivalent. Although, if you dig deeper, history has proved many times that this rule does not always work. So also pop culture produces a huge number of films and TV series, where the main characters are far from unambiguous personalities. What is this if not an attempt to manipulate public opinion?
In ordinary life, too, everything is not so simple. Many people can share stories about disgusting, by their behavior, acquaintances who feel great until old age and do not deny themselves anything. Of course, there are counterexamples, and yet... Hope for justice is still strong in people. Otherwise, there would be a nightmare in the world and there would be no order.
In all my life, I have held no harm to anyone, except perhaps my mother-in-law. How much this woman drank my blood, I won't tell you. I have, of course, met other not very nice people. But Elena Konstantinovna is a completely different level. She's just something special. Even now, when I remembered her again, my teeth shrunk by themselves, and I have not depended on her for a long time. That's our relationship.
My husband, her son, was not a gift either. We got married a long time ago when I was a young and quiet girl. I was afraid of everything in the world, especially to be told something bad about me behind my eyes. You know, we people living in villages are basically like that. Dependent on the opinions of others, quiet, working. This is now, when I already understand everything in this life, I look at myself in the past and understand where I could not show weakness. But character is not formed immediately.
Even though my parent’s home was only a mile and a half away from my husband’s and his mother’s, it seemed like a huge distance to me. Not a physical barrier, but a psychological barrier. My mom and dad didn’t ask me much, I always tried to do something to help. I was like that with my husband, but my efforts were never enough. I had to do all the housework and more. Then Elena Konstantinovna’s mood was... average. But nothing more.
About 2 years later, my husband started drinking. Just before our son was born. He worked as an ordinary hard worker, so that the money that remained after his party was very little. I tried to spend everything on the baby. But even if you want a special choice of goods on the shelves of the local store was critically small. My mother-in-law yelled at me for sluggishness, my husband often came home inadequate: he mumbled something under his nose and fell asleep. But thank you for that.
He never raised his hand on me. Not once. More than that. Sometimes, suffering from a hangover, he could yell at his mother if she was too jumping at me for some small thing. Her reaction was always the same: tears and resentment. Very playful and implausible. I wanted to believe that everything would come back boomerang.
However, time passed, and the hopeless situation did not change. One day my husband came to me and asked me in the forehead: can I bear his mother for six months? The thing is, he was asked to go somewhere on the watch. And they promised a big salary. But you had to endure for a while. And while I wouldn't say I was a little happier with him, I thought about it that night. I thought if it got worse, I'd go live with my parents. And then we'll see what to do next. Living with your mother-in-law is not an easy test.
I never saw my husband alive again. A month and a half later, he received a letter saying that his heart could not stand. Then farewell, funeral and everything as usual. Naturally, the mother-in-law then broke off the chain. She accused me of being responsible for his death. Like, for me, he went to a difficult job, so I took the person closest to her from her. There was no possibility of being in the same house with her after such an event, so of course I moved to my parents permanently.
The son grew up, mom and dad also could not boast of any special savings and had to do something. It was my mother’s friend who suggested that I go to her daughter’s work abroad. Said I didn't lose anything anyway, and my grandson would be raised with no problem. If I help them, of course. That’s how I ended up in another country, even though until recently I didn’t even know how to pay in public transport. In the village, there are no trams, and in the city I was only a couple of times a girl.
I don’t want to talk about how much I had to endure there. But with God’s help and the help of good people, I got over it. She learned the language, began to save money, found stocks in stores and other tricks of a visiting person. Then I got lucky, so I finally got some money in my pocket. I sent most of my salary to my parents and my son, who grew up by the hour. And little by little, I got back on my feet.
Everything will come back boomerang although, on the other hand, of course, it was not too fabulous. Because I sacrificed my time, my health, my personal life. Yeah, I wasn't married anymore. I just didn’t have time to have a relationship. By the way, while I was away, my mother-in-law only visited my grandson a couple of times. And a couple of times I saw him on the street, although my son told me in secret that she, like, just waiting for him. I'm not at all surprised that this woman is not capable of that.
Now Elena Konstantinovna is completely old. Walking hunched, slow. A weak old woman. But don't think about it, it didn't show up on her character. When she found out that I had already arrived home, she came to my parents and demanded money from them. My money. After all, this is her son, the “breadwinner” because of me went to the grave prematurely. So I owe her personally. And help in the house, again, and pay her pension. That's it. Otherwise, she will tell the whole village what kind of person I am and what she did to her, the unfortunate woman.
And yes, I would have met her before, not even out of fear of her demands, but simply in order not to spoil my karma. But now, after everything I've been through in my life, I'm laughing. I'm not going to give her a penny at all. Usually our memory erases all negativity about a person. And after a while, it actually doesn’t exist. But not in this case.
My ex-mother-in-law is not a woman, but a nightmare. I will not give in to her threats, never in my life. Consider it my greatest sin. But I won't give up on mine. Not with this man. This is the hardest decision of my life. No wonder they say everything will come back boomerang. Let her feel it.
In ordinary life, too, everything is not so simple. Many people can share stories about disgusting, by their behavior, acquaintances who feel great until old age and do not deny themselves anything. Of course, there are counterexamples, and yet... Hope for justice is still strong in people. Otherwise, there would be a nightmare in the world and there would be no order.
In all my life, I have held no harm to anyone, except perhaps my mother-in-law. How much this woman drank my blood, I won't tell you. I have, of course, met other not very nice people. But Elena Konstantinovna is a completely different level. She's just something special. Even now, when I remembered her again, my teeth shrunk by themselves, and I have not depended on her for a long time. That's our relationship.
My husband, her son, was not a gift either. We got married a long time ago when I was a young and quiet girl. I was afraid of everything in the world, especially to be told something bad about me behind my eyes. You know, we people living in villages are basically like that. Dependent on the opinions of others, quiet, working. This is now, when I already understand everything in this life, I look at myself in the past and understand where I could not show weakness. But character is not formed immediately.
Even though my parent’s home was only a mile and a half away from my husband’s and his mother’s, it seemed like a huge distance to me. Not a physical barrier, but a psychological barrier. My mom and dad didn’t ask me much, I always tried to do something to help. I was like that with my husband, but my efforts were never enough. I had to do all the housework and more. Then Elena Konstantinovna’s mood was... average. But nothing more.
About 2 years later, my husband started drinking. Just before our son was born. He worked as an ordinary hard worker, so that the money that remained after his party was very little. I tried to spend everything on the baby. But even if you want a special choice of goods on the shelves of the local store was critically small. My mother-in-law yelled at me for sluggishness, my husband often came home inadequate: he mumbled something under his nose and fell asleep. But thank you for that.
He never raised his hand on me. Not once. More than that. Sometimes, suffering from a hangover, he could yell at his mother if she was too jumping at me for some small thing. Her reaction was always the same: tears and resentment. Very playful and implausible. I wanted to believe that everything would come back boomerang.
However, time passed, and the hopeless situation did not change. One day my husband came to me and asked me in the forehead: can I bear his mother for six months? The thing is, he was asked to go somewhere on the watch. And they promised a big salary. But you had to endure for a while. And while I wouldn't say I was a little happier with him, I thought about it that night. I thought if it got worse, I'd go live with my parents. And then we'll see what to do next. Living with your mother-in-law is not an easy test.
I never saw my husband alive again. A month and a half later, he received a letter saying that his heart could not stand. Then farewell, funeral and everything as usual. Naturally, the mother-in-law then broke off the chain. She accused me of being responsible for his death. Like, for me, he went to a difficult job, so I took the person closest to her from her. There was no possibility of being in the same house with her after such an event, so of course I moved to my parents permanently.
The son grew up, mom and dad also could not boast of any special savings and had to do something. It was my mother’s friend who suggested that I go to her daughter’s work abroad. Said I didn't lose anything anyway, and my grandson would be raised with no problem. If I help them, of course. That’s how I ended up in another country, even though until recently I didn’t even know how to pay in public transport. In the village, there are no trams, and in the city I was only a couple of times a girl.
I don’t want to talk about how much I had to endure there. But with God’s help and the help of good people, I got over it. She learned the language, began to save money, found stocks in stores and other tricks of a visiting person. Then I got lucky, so I finally got some money in my pocket. I sent most of my salary to my parents and my son, who grew up by the hour. And little by little, I got back on my feet.
Everything will come back boomerang although, on the other hand, of course, it was not too fabulous. Because I sacrificed my time, my health, my personal life. Yeah, I wasn't married anymore. I just didn’t have time to have a relationship. By the way, while I was away, my mother-in-law only visited my grandson a couple of times. And a couple of times I saw him on the street, although my son told me in secret that she, like, just waiting for him. I'm not at all surprised that this woman is not capable of that.
Now Elena Konstantinovna is completely old. Walking hunched, slow. A weak old woman. But don't think about it, it didn't show up on her character. When she found out that I had already arrived home, she came to my parents and demanded money from them. My money. After all, this is her son, the “breadwinner” because of me went to the grave prematurely. So I owe her personally. And help in the house, again, and pay her pension. That's it. Otherwise, she will tell the whole village what kind of person I am and what she did to her, the unfortunate woman.
And yes, I would have met her before, not even out of fear of her demands, but simply in order not to spoil my karma. But now, after everything I've been through in my life, I'm laughing. I'm not going to give her a penny at all. Usually our memory erases all negativity about a person. And after a while, it actually doesn’t exist. But not in this case.
My ex-mother-in-law is not a woman, but a nightmare. I will not give in to her threats, never in my life. Consider it my greatest sin. But I won't give up on mine. Not with this man. This is the hardest decision of my life. No wonder they say everything will come back boomerang. Let her feel it.
In 60 years I have not married, I have no children, but now I am ready to take a serious step, but with one condition.
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