Once a month, my mother brings home work coats and boils them in the old-fashioned way, everything would be fine, but somehow my husband caught her doing this job.

In my life, everything has happened, but it always helped that I can find a common language even with very heavy people. For example, with my mother, who has only one communication technique - to break ahead, to win. I can't blame her for that. If it wasn't for her morale, I wouldn't be here. And I thought the complex character of the person who raised me wouldn't be a problem for me. That was until I met my husband.



Perhaps the trouble is that my Koli character is not sugar either. I get along well with them individually, but together these two are like cat and dog. God does not let them go to each other, but they are ready to tear each other apart. Sooner or later it was going to end up like this: I think I’m filing for divorce.

Is there a way to fix the complex character of a person I will tell you a little about my mother, who I love very much. She was born in a military port town in a very poor family. Then almost everyone was poor, it was not considered shameful. As a young man, she fell in love with a sailor - a junior lieutenant of a submarine. Just like the song says. But he did not invite her to marry, went on a long voyage and was like that. My mother was pregnant with me at the time.

For me, she had to drop out of school and then go to work as soon as possible. When I was very young, my grandparents were watching me, my mother’s only relatives. And then my mom and I moved out because she found a job in the next town.

For as long as I can remember, she always worked hard. A supermarket saleswoman, a cleaner, a watchman. I was not afraid of any work, just to feed us and pay for a rented apartment. We didn’t get anything from our grandparents after they died, because the house had completely collapsed and at that time selling the land was the only right decision.



I did not go to university, immediately after school I found a part-time job to help my mother. That's how we worked together. It became a little easier, but we still could not afford much. By my 30s, we had already changed several apartments, opted for a cozy two-bedroom in a residential area, not too far from the center. I finally decided to do my education, went to the evening classes. Mom found another job, got a job as a nurse in the hospital.

Long-awaited marriage: the acquaintance of my son-in-law with my mother-in-law Then Andrew appeared in my life. Honestly, by that time, I had no hope of getting married. Nature gave me neither appearance nor inheritance, and I accepted that I would remain an old maid. But fate gave me a chance to find my happiness.



Unsplash Andrey was kind to me, although he was very strict. He immediately asked me to move in, and after a while he proposed. In general, a serious man. My mother was very happy for me, but she could not afford a two-bedroom apartment. I offered to continue to help her with the rent, but she refused and said that it would be easier for her to live in the hostel - not so lonely. You shouldn’t have listened to her then, you should have insisted on your own.

Andrey and I had a good life together. It was a bit difficult at first because he was a pedant. All things had a strictly defined place, breakfast, lunch and dinner on schedule. But I had nothing to complain about: I left my job because Andrey insisted, went to work and study.



Unsplash What's Ruining Family Relationships Trouble came from nowhere expected. Less than six months have passed, as the mother quarreled with the whole hostel - then the capelin will burn so that the smell on the whole street, then the neighbor will steal something from her. And my mother is such that she will not get into her pocket for a word and will not tolerate anyone. In the end, she did not have a life, but a constant war with neighbors. They even put her cat outside because he started marking walls. My mom had to look for him in the basement for two days, but found him. Poor Murzik managed during this time to lose half the hair and catch fleas.

Andrew himself suggested that my mother stay with us. If only I knew what it would mean!

Mom gets up early in the morning and sets several alarm clocks. Andrey, who was working late, couldn’t get enough sleep. And when it came time to get up, I went to work angry and irritated. We tried to talk to my mom, but she can't do anything else - she doesn't hear well.



Unsplash only gets worse. Like I said, everything in the house had its place. And, probably, my mother could remember everything, but she didn’t want to do it because she thought that my husband’s pedantry was some kind of mental illness. Like, it is impossible that everything is always in the same place, centimeter per centimeter.

Andrew's eyes rolled as soon as he found something wrong where it should have been. Velcro for cleaning clothes in the bathroom is worth, then the towel is dried on the battery, then a coffee mug on the windowsill. As a result, I sometimes got hurt for the fact that I can not accustom my mother to order.



The last straw was the washing. Once a month, Mom brings her robes home from work to wash properly. First it washes, and then boils for a long time in the old-fashioned way. I wasn't even home that time to prevent a disaster, so I didn't know anything. I found out when my husband called me during a working day and said, “Your mother was washing clothes in a borscht pan.”

I even asked my superiors early because that day my phone exploded into two parts - half from my husband, half from my mom. When I got home, I realized the horror of the situation: if I hadn’t come, they would have fought.



Of course, cooking robes is an unpleasant process. Steam is on the whole house, smell, and robes are not anywhere, but in a soup pan. But Andrey acted very sharply: the robes were drained into the bathroom, and the mother decided to put out the door. My mom couldn’t stand that reaction and as soon as I got there, she started packing. They can't get along together. I tried to explain to my husband that she had nowhere to go, to which Andrei replied: “I don’t care, even if she lives on the street now.”

It is good that my mother found an employee who briefly let her live with her. And this despite the fact that the son and daughter-in-law live in that apartment. The cat has stayed with me and Andrey so far, it's good that he at least likes animals.



Unsplash is sitting now and I don't know what to do. Mom calls every day, cries, says she has no idea where to go. And I am sad that my husband does not want to help even a penny so that my mother could rent an apartment. The worst thing is that he forbids me to do it! And I'm starting to think, maybe quit it all - getting married and studying, going back to work and living with my mom? I wouldn't mind her being put out with all her stuff again. What would you do if you were me?