My mother categorically did not want to see my father, because they attended all the holidays in turn, but once I was tired of it.

Vanity, pride It rarely leads to something good. Only as fuel for someone who wants to do more. Much more. Is your goal money, family happiness or, for example, the recognition of colleagues? Very well, then will help, perseverance, work, superhuman enthusiasm. But as for everything else, it is more cons than pros. Keeping them as far away as possible.



Pride and pride have brought trouble to many people. Because of her, families broke up, careers broke, and what was there? In the Bible, it is considered a sin. But a person is so arranged that if something seems unworthy to him, he will not mess with it. This is especially true of other people’s actions. Principles come into play here and there is no going back.

Pride and pride The nineties are remembered for many in their own way. Total devastation not only on the streets, but also in the heads. Moneylessness, a very disturbing criminal situation and much, much more. The entire post-Soviet space was shaking. Even as a little girl at the time, I knew it. At that time, my dad left my mom and we both felt bad. Many people are nostalgic for the past days. But I’m glad that my mother and I somehow survived them.

I remember my mother working as hard as she could. She cooked at home, sewed, knitted, even took other people's clothes for washing (father did not take the washing machine). Anyway, it was fun. I felt it was hard for her. But for the most part, I understood, like most children of the time, that it was better not to get confused under the feet of parents. Therefore, she went to play with her friends, just walked, so as not to be at home and not to get under the hot hand. Yeah, that's what happened.

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Things started to get better as I grew up. I found myself a good guy, and despite my young age, we decided to marry him. Arthur used to tell me that he was working in a factory, but somehow I always missed it. And then one day, when he asked me to meet him at work, it snowed on my head: I know this place! She was a little girl and even went inside with her mother. Dad works here!

That's what happened. My fiancé was Dad's subordinate, which is not surprising when you think about it. Our city is not too big and promising places to work not so much. So I was already mentally ready when I met my parent, holding hands with one of his subordinates. I thought my father would ignore me or, at most, say hello and turn away. But no, I saw a surprise on his face and a big smile. Since then, we have started to communicate.



You can’t say that my father and I have directly become relatives since then, but for the wedding to me and Arthur, he gave an apartment. For obvious reasons, I didn’t even invite him to the party. My mom found out about our meeting the same day and didn't say she was happy about it. I think it was my father and my life. If my dad wants to buy us an apartment, that’s his decision, and in the end it’s the right one.

As time passed, I began to get to know my dad more and more. He always said hello to me through his wife, but unobtrusively. Which, to be honest, made me happy. My mother was worried that he would come to visit in person, asking for communication. He knew exactly where Arthur and I lived. But there's never been anything like it. On my birthday, he gave some small gifts and that's it.

Then we started seeing each other, I don’t know how it first happened. First we met the threesome with my husband. The atmosphere was friendly and the men, for the most part, talked about business, and I was, as it were, not involved. But my dad said goodbye to my mom and I said I didn't want to talk about it. It was clear from his eyes that he wanted to continue the conversation, but I insisted on my own.



Peels Then, in some miraculous way, we crossed paths on the street. We went to the cafe and talked about the past. The father confessed that he regretted his actions and would give everything he had to get it back. He also divorced that woman and didn’t know where to go. There were romances, but not serious ones. And his heart was drawn to his mother, whom he so disgustingly abandoned at the most inopportune moment. But what can we do now?

I remember the first time we invited my father over for Arthur's birthday. Sit down, talk. Family, right? My mom didn’t come back and felt bad. And I didn't tell her anything. And when she finally found out six months later, she was very angry with me. But to be honest, what could I have done? He's my husband's boss. That, too, must be taken into account.

And then I got pregnant and had a son. And then my daughter arrived. And then the question with the parents began to heat up. They didn't want to see each other, so they took turns visiting us for the holidays. By then, Arthur and I had already changed apartments, even bought a car. Everything seemed to be there, but the situation with my mom and dad was difficult for me. I'd like to allow it. Besides, time heals. We should talk like adults. What's in the way?



So for my birthday, I decided not to invite friends or girlfriends. My wife asked me to do the same. But I called my mom and dad. I didn't think they'd fight like kids at the table. Their adult daughter is having a holiday. That was the plan. I thought their pride and pride wouldn't get in the way.

We had already had time to hear the first toast from my mother, when, finally, out of breath and with a beautiful gift box at the top, my father appeared at the door. He congratulated me nicely, said hello to Arthur, and only then did he see my mother. I thought it would be a romantic moment. But when she saw him on the doorstep, she immediately burst into tears. And then she got up and dressed silently. When we came to our senses, she turned to me and called me a traitor. She said nothing to her ex-husband. I guess I thought it was beneath my dignity.



Then when I decided to call her, thinking that my mother had calmed down, we had a conversation. Well, I was listening. Mom told me. She told me that I was an adult and had found happiness in my life. So we can no longer communicate. Let me stay with my father. He has money and is close to his husband. So I don't need to call her again. And then there was a couple more "affectionate."

I don't understand why she reacted that way. She hasn't had a man since Dad, as far as I know? What's all this pathos and pride? I wanted to reconcile them, but I was extreme. How to behave now, I have no idea. But knowing her character, for a while I really better not call her. That's the nature. Pride and pride, what else can I say?