When I returned home, I decided to give my daughter all the money, but my son-in-law refused to accept any help.

A sense of pride A person is considered to be something bright, even noble. But in fact, this is not always the case. No wonder pride is considered one of the most important sins. For example, from a practical point of view, this emotion can interfere. To let down, and not only one person, but also others: relatives, friends, friends, a working team. It is only in the cinema that a proud man overcomes all obstacles. Life is much more complex, and it has its own nuances.



Peels are particularly annoying to individuals who are used to taking on the right to speak for everyone. For example, in the office, at work offer to go out on holidays. And people generally don't mind. But no. There will always be one such “leader” who will proudly say: “We will not go for this, we have our own business!” It does not matter that the payment will be many times more, and there is no work as such. A typical example of a proud man. Has anything like this ever happened to you, dear reader?

There were many different professions in my practice. I worked as a cashier, a cleaner, a market saleswoman, even a theater wardrobe. It's not a dream. But she was able to raise her daughter alone, give her an education and raise a normal person. And I know a huge number of people whose lives were like mine: a simple, ordinary routine mixed with low-wage work. Not everyone is a millionaire.

So, at 50 with a ponytail, I decided to try abroad. A childhood friend chatted me up. She said that she would help with housing, employment, and promised to teach the language, at least basic. At this point, I didn’t know I needed anything, but I felt financially acceptable. But I wanted to make a good repair and change something in my life. The daughter is married, with a child. So she didn't want anything from me. Who else did I care about, an ex-husband who didn't miss a skirt? Funny.



So I went with an easy soul to conquer another country, completely unfamiliar to me. Well, to be honest, I figured that even if I didn't succeed, buying round trip tickets wouldn't hit my pocket much. I rented out the apartment to guys I've known indirectly for a year or two. I had nothing to steal, and I always keep my cash in a safe place. Luck loves risk!

When I got to the right place, a friend met me. You probably think things have gone wrong since then? That I was wandering around without money or something? No, you can't wait. We started living with her for the first time. The work was found literally in three or four days. And I was comfortable with her. It was kind of weird. During the day you work, and in the evening a friend shows the sights. Breakfast and lunch at the employer's expense. Think of it as a resort, by God.

Then I even started to gain momentum, I got a little raise, and I suggested to my friend to move away from her. She reluctantly agreed, but, quickly looking for something from real estate, came across one very successful option. Beautiful and very inexpensive. Even by our standards. The excitement began to arouse my appetite, and I began to save money. Why not, if everything is going so well. Wake up in a couple of years and realize you don’t have a penny of money? Let's not do that.



So flew quite a short four years. I even lost weight and looked better. Good food, sun and water treatments in the cleanest sea work wonders. My friend, for example, found a man, but I would not like to talk about it. Anyway, I loved it, but I wanted to go home. My daughter and I were constantly in touch, and recently she told me that she was in a position again. What mother wouldn’t want to give her baby a hug and congratulate her on the great news?

But my friend, hearing that I was going to leave, even if for a while, was a little upset. Nothing, just from her experience coming home meant some problems. Namely, the splits of earnings. She has two grown children herself. And they're always asking, no, they're asking for money. And nobody calls her back. Well, you know, generational consumption, what to do. But my daughter doesn't seem like that. Who knows, I didn’t have any savings before. And over the last four years, I've accumulated something here.



Anyway, the plane ticket was bought and I was mentally prepared for any situation. Life, as always, has made adjustments. My daughter met me with a son-in-law, a hug and a huge belly. I knew she was pregnant, but her stomach was supposed to be smaller. Everything turned out to be simpler: the children were waiting for twins. Double! Do you know what it means to feed three children? I can only guess.

My son-in-law Pasha is a great guy, a good family man and I really like it. But he works as a junior specialist in his field, and it will be very difficult for him to physically feed such an orga. Especially, they live with a child and my daughter in a two-bedroom apartment. Which would certainly be small for five people. Well, kids are kids. There's never enough room for them.



Of course, the first couple of days we communicated very closely, I came with souvenirs, various delicious products that we can not find. Anyway, it was fun. But when my son-in-law was at work, I offered to give my daughter what she earned. I still have to go back. In fact, I didn’t really need the money. But their family would need much more to expand the living space. Of course, my daughter was happy with this offer, thanked me, even cried.

The fun ended when Paul returned home. He, despite my daughter's persuasion, flatly refused to accept "gifts from mother-in-law." I was working for myself. They're gonna make their own. And the promotion promised, and help from the company. And if I secretly give my daughter money, they won't go to any apartment, let him buy something he can think of for himself. Personally for my own needs. He's the head of their family, so he decided.



Even when I included the "older woman and mother of his wife," the son-in-law didn't change his mind. Just getting more irritable, that's all. Then we decided to hush it up for a while, and a week later I was flying back. And this is how I still have everything with me, and my daughter is about to give birth. What to do in this situation? Why did my son-in-law, a normal man, suddenly become so stubborn? On the contrary, I want the best. Or is it some kind of stupid male pride? I don't get it.

While I wait, real life will put Pasha in his place. The daughter tries to communicate with me on abstract topics, she loves her husband and does not want to contradict him. As a mother, I feel very sad inside. Trying to do something. They don't appreciate it. Come on. Time will tell who was right. The main thing is that everyone is safe and healthy. And the rest will come.