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It was so nice to come home with my beloved man, but my daughter was not happy with my arrival.
Marriage contract in marriage It helps protect the moral and financial interests of one or both parties. So why is it, for the most part, treated with such negativity? It is believed that marriage is once and for life. Yes, it does not fit with the official statistics, but still. Therefore, most people believe that if you marry with some preliminary official arrangements, then all the magic of love disappears. It is replaced by the reality of common sense.
And who needs common sense when butterflies fluttering in their stomachs make people make the biggest celebration of their lives? And for the guests, some of whom they see for the first and last time in their lives. This is in the West, where people believe more in the power of money, about 70% of marriages are conditional. In our country, this number is much more modest. Whether it is good or bad is another question.
I can’t even figure it out for myself, how is it that at 57 I can’t get married? With a live groom, a house and even some savings. Why did I have to do so much work, spend so much time and energy, that at my age I was forbidden something? But as long as I wonder, time goes by and nothing changes. It's not life, it's crazy. A wolf howl.
About 17 years ago, when my daughter and I were still living in the city, we had almost nothing. Only one-room “Khrushchevka” on the outskirts and the need to change something in life. My daughter was still studying at that time, and I knew perfectly well that in order to escape from all this despair, she would jump out to marry the first person she met. How many examples I have seen, I cannot count. And then an unhappy marriage, a drinking husband, a bunch of crying and starving children. Who wants that kind of life?
So I decided to borrow money from anyone I could, and I went to Belgium to work. Since Katya was already an adult and quite independent, I did not worry about her or the apartment. She will not be satisfied with the den, but she will become more mature: she will learn how to personally keep clean in the house and cook herself every day. Of course, I sent some money to her, but the maid, believe me, certainly would not be enough.
I kept most of my salary. But not in order to eat it or buy some unnecessary things. I had a dream: a nice house, even in the countryside. And maybe an inexpensive car. It'll be useful. The approximate amount for all my "wanters" was firmly held in mind, so that for complete happiness it was necessary to stock up on patience and strength. And work, work, work.
And I came out of this mode only when my daughter told me that she was going to get married. Judging by her voice, I knew it was serious. We even talked to my future son-in-law and I decided to take a little break. And at home, I gave away some of the money I had so that the young people would start building a house. A big private house that we could all fit in. Katya was delighted with my idea, and her husband said he had some friends in the construction industry who could be of use to us. Anyway, things were going up.
I went to work again, leaving my daughter and son-in-law on the farm. But despite my constant employment, I still had some news. I didn’t know how to share it better. The thing is, I met a man. Our compatriot who worked abroad also quite a long time. But, here's the trouble, already being in a foreign country, he had to divorce: his wife found another, local. And they took away most of their total savings. But as a person, Andrew is very good. I saw it right away.
At first we were just friends, then we decided to meet, celebrate something. I don’t even remember one of those holidays that exists only on paper and is a common reason to go to a bar. Our relationship started out like a student. But it was this situation that helped us both open up as adults. Not hiding anything and not leaving any profitable omissions.
And in the end, I told Katya about my love, thinking that she should support me. At the time, my daughter didn’t take me seriously. She was more concerned about the other news: the house was almost completed, there were only interior cleaning works and the purchase of furniture. And you can move in, no problem. And I was, of course, very happy about that. I wanted to tell Katya something else, but then I thought there was too much to talk about without it. She didn't say anything.
Going home, especially forever, was a pleasure. There's no rush to think about anything. Even minor troubles, such as a rude taxi driver or an uncomfortable seat on the plane, caused only a smile. I drove home with bright thoughts, high hopes and a man whom fate gave me. Andrey was with me and I was very happy. We both didn't make a lot of money, but we had something in store. What else do two people in love need at our age?
My daughter did not support me at all. Seeing my companion, her smile disappeared, and her face assumed a questioning expression. This option Katya did not suit.
- And what, this man will live with all of us, just like that?
- Yes, dear. Andrew will live in our house. Don't worry, there's room for everyone.
- But he's just a random passenger! An ordinary man who came to another family, for everything ready!
- Katya, he's going to buy us a car. And my son-in-law came for everything ready, remember? So let's not argue, okay?
Despite my rightness, my daughter still hasn’t stopped. She seriously believes that Andrew is nothing more than a swindler. He just wants to use my blind love to fix his own financial problems. Just imagine, and it's called a daughter. She insists that we sign a prenuptial contract. I never told her to get married. Otherwise, Katya demands that we go to live in our old apartment on the outskirts of the city, which is rented to all sorts of students.
Why do you think? The fact is that Andrew is only 43 years old. An adult who has seen life. But he can't marry me with his mind. “Young is too young” is the words of my daughter. And if it wasn't for the problems with the paperwork on the house, because I entrusted my daughter with the whole business, our conversation with her would be short. The problem is much more serious than one might expect. I'm trying to get out of here, but so far it's not working. What do I do when I’ve been so tired all these years?
And who needs common sense when butterflies fluttering in their stomachs make people make the biggest celebration of their lives? And for the guests, some of whom they see for the first and last time in their lives. This is in the West, where people believe more in the power of money, about 70% of marriages are conditional. In our country, this number is much more modest. Whether it is good or bad is another question.
I can’t even figure it out for myself, how is it that at 57 I can’t get married? With a live groom, a house and even some savings. Why did I have to do so much work, spend so much time and energy, that at my age I was forbidden something? But as long as I wonder, time goes by and nothing changes. It's not life, it's crazy. A wolf howl.
About 17 years ago, when my daughter and I were still living in the city, we had almost nothing. Only one-room “Khrushchevka” on the outskirts and the need to change something in life. My daughter was still studying at that time, and I knew perfectly well that in order to escape from all this despair, she would jump out to marry the first person she met. How many examples I have seen, I cannot count. And then an unhappy marriage, a drinking husband, a bunch of crying and starving children. Who wants that kind of life?
So I decided to borrow money from anyone I could, and I went to Belgium to work. Since Katya was already an adult and quite independent, I did not worry about her or the apartment. She will not be satisfied with the den, but she will become more mature: she will learn how to personally keep clean in the house and cook herself every day. Of course, I sent some money to her, but the maid, believe me, certainly would not be enough.
I kept most of my salary. But not in order to eat it or buy some unnecessary things. I had a dream: a nice house, even in the countryside. And maybe an inexpensive car. It'll be useful. The approximate amount for all my "wanters" was firmly held in mind, so that for complete happiness it was necessary to stock up on patience and strength. And work, work, work.
And I came out of this mode only when my daughter told me that she was going to get married. Judging by her voice, I knew it was serious. We even talked to my future son-in-law and I decided to take a little break. And at home, I gave away some of the money I had so that the young people would start building a house. A big private house that we could all fit in. Katya was delighted with my idea, and her husband said he had some friends in the construction industry who could be of use to us. Anyway, things were going up.
I went to work again, leaving my daughter and son-in-law on the farm. But despite my constant employment, I still had some news. I didn’t know how to share it better. The thing is, I met a man. Our compatriot who worked abroad also quite a long time. But, here's the trouble, already being in a foreign country, he had to divorce: his wife found another, local. And they took away most of their total savings. But as a person, Andrew is very good. I saw it right away.
At first we were just friends, then we decided to meet, celebrate something. I don’t even remember one of those holidays that exists only on paper and is a common reason to go to a bar. Our relationship started out like a student. But it was this situation that helped us both open up as adults. Not hiding anything and not leaving any profitable omissions.
And in the end, I told Katya about my love, thinking that she should support me. At the time, my daughter didn’t take me seriously. She was more concerned about the other news: the house was almost completed, there were only interior cleaning works and the purchase of furniture. And you can move in, no problem. And I was, of course, very happy about that. I wanted to tell Katya something else, but then I thought there was too much to talk about without it. She didn't say anything.
Going home, especially forever, was a pleasure. There's no rush to think about anything. Even minor troubles, such as a rude taxi driver or an uncomfortable seat on the plane, caused only a smile. I drove home with bright thoughts, high hopes and a man whom fate gave me. Andrey was with me and I was very happy. We both didn't make a lot of money, but we had something in store. What else do two people in love need at our age?
My daughter did not support me at all. Seeing my companion, her smile disappeared, and her face assumed a questioning expression. This option Katya did not suit.
- And what, this man will live with all of us, just like that?
- Yes, dear. Andrew will live in our house. Don't worry, there's room for everyone.
- But he's just a random passenger! An ordinary man who came to another family, for everything ready!
- Katya, he's going to buy us a car. And my son-in-law came for everything ready, remember? So let's not argue, okay?
Despite my rightness, my daughter still hasn’t stopped. She seriously believes that Andrew is nothing more than a swindler. He just wants to use my blind love to fix his own financial problems. Just imagine, and it's called a daughter. She insists that we sign a prenuptial contract. I never told her to get married. Otherwise, Katya demands that we go to live in our old apartment on the outskirts of the city, which is rented to all sorts of students.
Why do you think? The fact is that Andrew is only 43 years old. An adult who has seen life. But he can't marry me with his mind. “Young is too young” is the words of my daughter. And if it wasn't for the problems with the paperwork on the house, because I entrusted my daughter with the whole business, our conversation with her would be short. The problem is much more serious than one might expect. I'm trying to get out of here, but so far it's not working. What do I do when I’ve been so tired all these years?
Look at the picture and answer where the extra letter is, the answer is only 30 seconds.
If you find someone else’s wallet, you need to act in a certain way, without discussion.