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On the phone, the son said that a surprise was waiting for us at the dacha, even then I smelled something wrong.
The improvement of the summer cottage starts a creative flight of thought. It also opens the heart chakra and strengthens the connection with the earth. What can disturb the idyll of enjoying hand-grown strawberries and delicate roses? Uninvited relatives who have not heard anything about tact.
I have never understood women who fight with their daughters-in-law. I honestly thought I would be friends with my wife. Maybe I won't be a second mother, but I will be a senior friend. But something went wrong from the beginning.
My husband passed away 8 years ago. I spent almost 25 years in my soul, and his loss hurt me. Such men are a true female blessing.
At that time, his son graduated from university and was already working. So I focused on my mother-in-law. Marya Dmitrievna started giving after her son died, and she needed my care. I didn't even look at other men.
Two years before my husband died, I dreamed of buying a house. Everyone dreamed of lush flower beds, strawberries from the garden and late dinners on the terrace. But the collapsed grief ate all the savings. Three years later, I started saving money again. And then another tragedy – from longing for his son died mother-in-law. My favorite second mom.
Shortly before, as if anticipating her departure, she made a joke and took me to the notary. Make a gift for her one-man. I resisted, but Marya Dmitrievna explained her decision. Vadik is still quite green. He does not know what his wife will do or what he will do. She trusts me completely.
My son brought the bride the apartment I was thinking of selling and buying a cottage. But then I decided: where will Vadik bring the bride? The house is a gift for young couples. Looking at the water. Six months later he brought a cute girl Alina to the screenings. Then she seemed to me modest and educated.
Alina worked as a manicurist in the salon. I didn't get any points when I went to college. The craft gave some money, and on this attempt to go to study she gave up.
We had a beautiful wedding. At the end of the toast, I announced that I was giving them an apartment. The hall exploded in applause, but I still heard the snippy voice of the Swalya: “Without a gift agreement?” It's all empty words! Tamada had to shift the attention of the guests to hush up the awkward situation.
After the wedding, Vadik and Alina began to live separately. I tried to give them more space, but I almost howled on the moon from loneliness. I went to my husband’s cemetery more often.
Vadik came to visit me, but increasingly alone. I rarely saw Alina. According to her son, she worked hard and was tired. And then my gynecologist friend secretly told me that my daughter-in-law was pregnant! I asked Vadik for the truth.
My son didn't deny it. He admitted that Alina was actually carrying his child, but she didn’t want to say anything to me. Her mother has long been aware of the matter. Vadik never realized how much they hurt me with these secrets.
Before leaving, my son warned me that tomorrow he wanted to come to me with his mother-in-law. A serious conversation was planned. My heart told me that he did not bode well.
In the morning I baked chicken, cut salads and waited for guests. Vadik is here. Svatya Ilona came along with her sister Jeanne as a support group.
Women behaved quite familiarly, as if they often visited me. We drank to the health of a young mother, and after another toast, Elon stunned me with a statement. A pregnant woman needs constant supervision. Which means why don't I move into one-bedroom kids, and the squat with the young ones move into my two-bedroom apartment. Help them and the baby look after them. Why would I have to be alone?
I was speechless. Ilona decided everything for me and even offered to help transport things. Yeah, we both work with her, but she decided to quit and move in with the kids.
Everyone smiled at my “good” and decided that I had accepted their “offer.” But I said, "We'll just do this." I gave my son an apartment, and if you want to live with them, sell yours in the district center and exchange Vadik's apartment for a more spacious one.
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After these words, the snatch and sister like a chain broke off. There were accusations of greed and greed. Ilona shouted that she did not want to be left without real estate, because not much will happen to Alina and Vadik. The guests left my house furious, assuring me that I would never see a grandson.
Leaving, Vadik apologized for the scene and said that he himself was not enthusiastic about the idea. After the birth of my grandson, I decided to exchange housing. But not for the mother of her daughter-in-law! I have now put this decision on pause.
And soon, love burst into my life.
At the cemetery I met a man. The graves of his wife and son were near my family. Therefore, we often crossed paths, shared tips on which flowers to plant on the grave or in which church it is better to order a memorial service.
And then Oleg offered me a ride to the city and accidentally invited me to dinner. I was so hungry for simple human warmth that I agreed. After a pleasant conversation, we realized that we were very similar. Soon we started dating.
Meanwhile, the birth of Alina was approaching. I visited the young people several times (Svatya did move in with them). The mother of the bride regularly took heavy bags of delicacies, but did not miss the opportunity to prick me for extra square meters.
For discharge from the hospital, Oleg and I brought Alina with her grandson a crib, a stroller and an arena. Instead of gratitude, the mother of her daughter-in-law sarcastically said: “Well, you give, svatya!” One foot in the grave, and the cupids to twist. We're in a cramped place, and you could have moved in with your groom!
I was leaving the inhospitable apartment feeling depressed, but my man surprised me. “Really, move in with me,” Oleg said. And a week later, we signed. Our daughter-in-law did not pay attention to our wedding. Vadik ran with a bouquet to the registry office and immediately retreated, citing work.
One day my husband offered to realize my old dream. He was going to sell his apartment and buy a cottage. The stars converged, and I, not knowing myself with happiness, two months later became the mistress of a paradise on the shore of the lake.
There was a spoonful of tar. The family of the daughter-in-law counted on this money to expand the apartment. We were told not to count on their help in the field. But gladly rushed to pamper themselves and their grandson with fresh air and vitamins from our beds.
We're not sorry! Oleg and I stoically closed our eyes to unsolicited advice. Here we planted gooseberries and roses in vain. We need to uproot it so Mitenka doesn't get scratched. And the playground needs to be expanded. Where will the children play when the sister svati and grandchildren arrive?
We're here! Soon the family of his son was joined by sister Ilona. An orava of three women with children and husbands - and all in our little house. The feeding of honest company lay on our shoulders. One day I tried to convey to the Svatya that it is necessary to warn in advance about such arrivals. That, of course, almost raised a scandal. But my noble husband reassured me.
“Honey, let them live a little while, and we will wave at the sea.” And showed off a two-way ticket.
Our two-week honeymoon was like a dream. Yacht walks, warm sea, excursions to the mountains. The son called and convinced that the house, garden and garden were under supervision. We will also have a surprise when we arrive.
"Oh, I don't like it," I thought then. Looking at the water.
Relatives tried to open the gate, we froze in shock.
My luxurious rosary in front of the house is gone. Now the sand was scattered here and sun loungers were installed. Jeanne and her daughter sat on them. The fate of roses befell gooseberry and raspberries. In their place was an inflatable pool, where men splashed with a wild eagle. Mitenka sat unattended in the sandbox. Vadik was nowhere to be seen. I found out later that he rarely showed up here.
Ilona and Alina left the house satisfied. Welcomed us as a full-time hostess. I asked not to thank you for the work done. “For sun loungers and pool money give,” graciously allowed svatya.
The house was in chaos and I felt my eyes filled with blood. When I asked what was going on here, Ilona was outraged. They tried for the children, and the prickly bushes were uprooted so that the grandson would not get hurt. And if I don't like something, I won't see Mitenka anymore.
My indignation finally found a way out. “This is my cottage, and I decide what and where to plant, how to farm and who to invite to visit. And I will be able to see my grandson by court decision! – I blurted out, not expecting such audacity from myself. What's your idea? I will not besiege my relatives now, they will continue to come here as if to their home.
While Svatya and daughter-in-law were inflated with indignation, the wicket creaked. A witness to the ugly scene was a son who came from work. After listening to our arguments, he took my side with uncharacteristic harshness. He asked his mother-in-law and her relatives to pack up and leave the country.
With great dissatisfaction, the company left our site. Finally, Vadik asked us for forgiveness for our ungrateful relatives. And Oleg and I decided: now for the summer we will take only a grandson. Period!
I have never understood women who fight with their daughters-in-law. I honestly thought I would be friends with my wife. Maybe I won't be a second mother, but I will be a senior friend. But something went wrong from the beginning.
My husband passed away 8 years ago. I spent almost 25 years in my soul, and his loss hurt me. Such men are a true female blessing.
At that time, his son graduated from university and was already working. So I focused on my mother-in-law. Marya Dmitrievna started giving after her son died, and she needed my care. I didn't even look at other men.
Two years before my husband died, I dreamed of buying a house. Everyone dreamed of lush flower beds, strawberries from the garden and late dinners on the terrace. But the collapsed grief ate all the savings. Three years later, I started saving money again. And then another tragedy – from longing for his son died mother-in-law. My favorite second mom.
Shortly before, as if anticipating her departure, she made a joke and took me to the notary. Make a gift for her one-man. I resisted, but Marya Dmitrievna explained her decision. Vadik is still quite green. He does not know what his wife will do or what he will do. She trusts me completely.
My son brought the bride the apartment I was thinking of selling and buying a cottage. But then I decided: where will Vadik bring the bride? The house is a gift for young couples. Looking at the water. Six months later he brought a cute girl Alina to the screenings. Then she seemed to me modest and educated.
Alina worked as a manicurist in the salon. I didn't get any points when I went to college. The craft gave some money, and on this attempt to go to study she gave up.
We had a beautiful wedding. At the end of the toast, I announced that I was giving them an apartment. The hall exploded in applause, but I still heard the snippy voice of the Swalya: “Without a gift agreement?” It's all empty words! Tamada had to shift the attention of the guests to hush up the awkward situation.
After the wedding, Vadik and Alina began to live separately. I tried to give them more space, but I almost howled on the moon from loneliness. I went to my husband’s cemetery more often.
Vadik came to visit me, but increasingly alone. I rarely saw Alina. According to her son, she worked hard and was tired. And then my gynecologist friend secretly told me that my daughter-in-law was pregnant! I asked Vadik for the truth.
My son didn't deny it. He admitted that Alina was actually carrying his child, but she didn’t want to say anything to me. Her mother has long been aware of the matter. Vadik never realized how much they hurt me with these secrets.
Before leaving, my son warned me that tomorrow he wanted to come to me with his mother-in-law. A serious conversation was planned. My heart told me that he did not bode well.
In the morning I baked chicken, cut salads and waited for guests. Vadik is here. Svatya Ilona came along with her sister Jeanne as a support group.
Women behaved quite familiarly, as if they often visited me. We drank to the health of a young mother, and after another toast, Elon stunned me with a statement. A pregnant woman needs constant supervision. Which means why don't I move into one-bedroom kids, and the squat with the young ones move into my two-bedroom apartment. Help them and the baby look after them. Why would I have to be alone?
I was speechless. Ilona decided everything for me and even offered to help transport things. Yeah, we both work with her, but she decided to quit and move in with the kids.
Everyone smiled at my “good” and decided that I had accepted their “offer.” But I said, "We'll just do this." I gave my son an apartment, and if you want to live with them, sell yours in the district center and exchange Vadik's apartment for a more spacious one.
541580
After these words, the snatch and sister like a chain broke off. There were accusations of greed and greed. Ilona shouted that she did not want to be left without real estate, because not much will happen to Alina and Vadik. The guests left my house furious, assuring me that I would never see a grandson.
Leaving, Vadik apologized for the scene and said that he himself was not enthusiastic about the idea. After the birth of my grandson, I decided to exchange housing. But not for the mother of her daughter-in-law! I have now put this decision on pause.
And soon, love burst into my life.
At the cemetery I met a man. The graves of his wife and son were near my family. Therefore, we often crossed paths, shared tips on which flowers to plant on the grave or in which church it is better to order a memorial service.
And then Oleg offered me a ride to the city and accidentally invited me to dinner. I was so hungry for simple human warmth that I agreed. After a pleasant conversation, we realized that we were very similar. Soon we started dating.
Meanwhile, the birth of Alina was approaching. I visited the young people several times (Svatya did move in with them). The mother of the bride regularly took heavy bags of delicacies, but did not miss the opportunity to prick me for extra square meters.
For discharge from the hospital, Oleg and I brought Alina with her grandson a crib, a stroller and an arena. Instead of gratitude, the mother of her daughter-in-law sarcastically said: “Well, you give, svatya!” One foot in the grave, and the cupids to twist. We're in a cramped place, and you could have moved in with your groom!
I was leaving the inhospitable apartment feeling depressed, but my man surprised me. “Really, move in with me,” Oleg said. And a week later, we signed. Our daughter-in-law did not pay attention to our wedding. Vadik ran with a bouquet to the registry office and immediately retreated, citing work.
One day my husband offered to realize my old dream. He was going to sell his apartment and buy a cottage. The stars converged, and I, not knowing myself with happiness, two months later became the mistress of a paradise on the shore of the lake.
There was a spoonful of tar. The family of the daughter-in-law counted on this money to expand the apartment. We were told not to count on their help in the field. But gladly rushed to pamper themselves and their grandson with fresh air and vitamins from our beds.
We're not sorry! Oleg and I stoically closed our eyes to unsolicited advice. Here we planted gooseberries and roses in vain. We need to uproot it so Mitenka doesn't get scratched. And the playground needs to be expanded. Where will the children play when the sister svati and grandchildren arrive?
We're here! Soon the family of his son was joined by sister Ilona. An orava of three women with children and husbands - and all in our little house. The feeding of honest company lay on our shoulders. One day I tried to convey to the Svatya that it is necessary to warn in advance about such arrivals. That, of course, almost raised a scandal. But my noble husband reassured me.
“Honey, let them live a little while, and we will wave at the sea.” And showed off a two-way ticket.
Our two-week honeymoon was like a dream. Yacht walks, warm sea, excursions to the mountains. The son called and convinced that the house, garden and garden were under supervision. We will also have a surprise when we arrive.
"Oh, I don't like it," I thought then. Looking at the water.
Relatives tried to open the gate, we froze in shock.
My luxurious rosary in front of the house is gone. Now the sand was scattered here and sun loungers were installed. Jeanne and her daughter sat on them. The fate of roses befell gooseberry and raspberries. In their place was an inflatable pool, where men splashed with a wild eagle. Mitenka sat unattended in the sandbox. Vadik was nowhere to be seen. I found out later that he rarely showed up here.
Ilona and Alina left the house satisfied. Welcomed us as a full-time hostess. I asked not to thank you for the work done. “For sun loungers and pool money give,” graciously allowed svatya.
The house was in chaos and I felt my eyes filled with blood. When I asked what was going on here, Ilona was outraged. They tried for the children, and the prickly bushes were uprooted so that the grandson would not get hurt. And if I don't like something, I won't see Mitenka anymore.
My indignation finally found a way out. “This is my cottage, and I decide what and where to plant, how to farm and who to invite to visit. And I will be able to see my grandson by court decision! – I blurted out, not expecting such audacity from myself. What's your idea? I will not besiege my relatives now, they will continue to come here as if to their home.
While Svatya and daughter-in-law were inflated with indignation, the wicket creaked. A witness to the ugly scene was a son who came from work. After listening to our arguments, he took my side with uncharacteristic harshness. He asked his mother-in-law and her relatives to pack up and leave the country.
With great dissatisfaction, the company left our site. Finally, Vadik asked us for forgiveness for our ungrateful relatives. And Oleg and I decided: now for the summer we will take only a grandson. Period!
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