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The mother-in-law came to visit without warning, and after 5 minutes left, slamming the door, I did not even understand what did not please her again.
Why does a person feel guilty? There are usually two people involved in this game. One is offended to let the other experience remorse and rush to beg for forgiveness. At the same time, the offended sometimes lashes guilt no worse than the executioner. Apologizing sincerely when you have done something wrong is not a sin. Another thing is when the blame is inflated from any little thing and drink all the blood out of you. Do you know that feeling?
My relationship with my mother-in-law has always been very strained. She's a good person in general. Sincere, kind, generous and kind to me. But there is one complicated feature in her character. She likes to look for insults and wear them for a long time.
I did not immediately know about her “highlight”. At the beginning of the marriage, she got into awkward situations several times. Somewhere I puncture, I joke without malice - I immediately run into condemnation and fall into disfavor. My mother-in-law masterfully twisted even the most innocent word and took it personally. I can rightly devote my first gray hair to the irrepressible Lydia Mikhailovna.
In 4 years, I learned how to skip all sharp corners and dance around my mother-in-law on one leg. I'm free to go into politics. Now I worry about every sentence that comes out of my mouth. Not one word about the family, otherwise expect bitter words and laments. The reason could be anything: a runny nose in the daughters, and a dispute with her husband about buying a vacuum cleaner.
Lydia Mikhailovna has a habit of visiting us without warning. And sometimes she will call an hour before arrival, and sometimes from the velvet bay directly into the intercom. Denial of admission, God forbid! And fighting with her is more expensive. I tried to warn you, asked you to warn me at least a few hours in advance. It doesn't take anything. She's so spontaneous. I really miss my granddaughters.
She was discharged from the hospital a week ago. Scared us to the hiccups with a sudden heart attack. She was prescribed a strict diet and meals by the hour. Has she lost her energy? No way!
Last Friday, my beloved mother-in-law came to visit unexpectedly. It was evening, I was just feeding the girls dinner. You know how it happens: the older three-year-old launches a volley of porridge into the curtain, the younger one pours juice and starts whining and whining. And you're all around them, like a clown with songs and dances and rags. So I asked my mother-in-law to wait in the living room.
But Lydia Mikhailovna was only 5 minutes late. Cited an urgent case and fled, slamming the door. Intuition told me it smelled fried. But I couldn't figure out what didn't please my mom this time.
My beloved husband clarified the situation by calling me half an hour later and literally yelling into the phone. He accused me of clamping his mother's tea and not letting her at the table. I didn't even offer tap water. Sent a hungry man to the living room and you eat?
Who's to blame? This news made my eyes go up. To be honest, I didn’t even think to invite Lydia Mikhailovna to the table. Of normal non-childish food, we had fried potatoes, mayonnaise salad, pork chops and freshly baked bread for dinner. Anything she can't eat. And I had only black, strong tea. Only a glass of water could I offer her. But it's a shame. So I didn't try my luck and asked her to wait for us in the living room.
Now my husband and his mother consider me an enemy of the people. They both went on a silent strike. And I can't understand why a person feels guilty out of the blue and doesn't even deserve an open conversation.
Is that what I had to do? I know about my mother-in-law's strict diet, and I bring her to a kitchen filled with appetizing smells and forbidden goodies, right? It's inhumane, to say the least. Or should I have poured her a glass of water and sat down for dinner knowing that she had recently eaten half an egg and that was all her rations for the next few hours?
I was really confused at that moment and now I don’t know how to resolve this situation peacefully. What am I supposed to do?
My relationship with my mother-in-law has always been very strained. She's a good person in general. Sincere, kind, generous and kind to me. But there is one complicated feature in her character. She likes to look for insults and wear them for a long time.
I did not immediately know about her “highlight”. At the beginning of the marriage, she got into awkward situations several times. Somewhere I puncture, I joke without malice - I immediately run into condemnation and fall into disfavor. My mother-in-law masterfully twisted even the most innocent word and took it personally. I can rightly devote my first gray hair to the irrepressible Lydia Mikhailovna.
In 4 years, I learned how to skip all sharp corners and dance around my mother-in-law on one leg. I'm free to go into politics. Now I worry about every sentence that comes out of my mouth. Not one word about the family, otherwise expect bitter words and laments. The reason could be anything: a runny nose in the daughters, and a dispute with her husband about buying a vacuum cleaner.
Lydia Mikhailovna has a habit of visiting us without warning. And sometimes she will call an hour before arrival, and sometimes from the velvet bay directly into the intercom. Denial of admission, God forbid! And fighting with her is more expensive. I tried to warn you, asked you to warn me at least a few hours in advance. It doesn't take anything. She's so spontaneous. I really miss my granddaughters.
She was discharged from the hospital a week ago. Scared us to the hiccups with a sudden heart attack. She was prescribed a strict diet and meals by the hour. Has she lost her energy? No way!
Last Friday, my beloved mother-in-law came to visit unexpectedly. It was evening, I was just feeding the girls dinner. You know how it happens: the older three-year-old launches a volley of porridge into the curtain, the younger one pours juice and starts whining and whining. And you're all around them, like a clown with songs and dances and rags. So I asked my mother-in-law to wait in the living room.
But Lydia Mikhailovna was only 5 minutes late. Cited an urgent case and fled, slamming the door. Intuition told me it smelled fried. But I couldn't figure out what didn't please my mom this time.
My beloved husband clarified the situation by calling me half an hour later and literally yelling into the phone. He accused me of clamping his mother's tea and not letting her at the table. I didn't even offer tap water. Sent a hungry man to the living room and you eat?
Who's to blame? This news made my eyes go up. To be honest, I didn’t even think to invite Lydia Mikhailovna to the table. Of normal non-childish food, we had fried potatoes, mayonnaise salad, pork chops and freshly baked bread for dinner. Anything she can't eat. And I had only black, strong tea. Only a glass of water could I offer her. But it's a shame. So I didn't try my luck and asked her to wait for us in the living room.
Now my husband and his mother consider me an enemy of the people. They both went on a silent strike. And I can't understand why a person feels guilty out of the blue and doesn't even deserve an open conversation.
Is that what I had to do? I know about my mother-in-law's strict diet, and I bring her to a kitchen filled with appetizing smells and forbidden goodies, right? It's inhumane, to say the least. Or should I have poured her a glass of water and sat down for dinner knowing that she had recently eaten half an egg and that was all her rations for the next few hours?
I was really confused at that moment and now I don’t know how to resolve this situation peacefully. What am I supposed to do?
My husband came home and almost from the door said that he wanted to divorce, at that moment I remembered the advice of my mother.
The whole city was buzzing because Aunt Marina came and walked down the street with an Italian, she had the audacity to bring her lover to her husband’s house.