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One day they knocked on the door, on the threshold stood a mother-in-law and some stranger in a neat suit.
Of our group of friends, I was the last to marry. I can't say I was unpopular with the opposite sex. It just didn't add up. At first, a long relationship without any hint of a wedding. Then tense - with scandals and broken dishes. After that, I lost two years of my life with a reveler. Therefore, when I finally received the coveted engagement ring from my last “sister”, I could not think how it would all turn out. We haven’t been married for six months, it’s all the fault. betrayal of my husband.
No, it's not something anyone could think of -- it's not some other woman involved. How do you say that? Involved, but not in that way. The fact is that my adored mother-in-law had a hand in our parting. But I'm not really mad at her. She's a stranger, with her cockroaches in her head. I am most offended by the way mine has treated me. freshman.
Unsplash The Story of My Husband's Betrayal They Say Women Are Falling For Money materiality. But in my case, it was just the opposite. I have worked for a long time in a good company and I am considered a respected specialist. I also have my own house - I got from my late grandfather on my mother's line. I borrowed the car, but I can’t say that I’m too busy paying it.
My husband, now an ex, apparently had not a penny. He lived with his beloved mother, taught at university and dreamed of one day becoming an assistant professor. I can't say he was a bad person in himself. He conquered me with his tenderness and romance. Honestly, we were very good together: he gave me peace and joy, very nice courting. Flowers were not available every day, but on holidays. He cooked deliciously too, never lazy to go for a walk. In restaurants, of course, we were not chic, but went to the movies and exhibitions of all kinds. We even went to a couple of other cities. It would seem Not a relationship, a dream.
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Unsplash Three months later he proposed to me. To say I wasn't. in the seventh heaven of happinessThat's lying. Of course I was! Especially after an exhausting 6-year relationship that never ended. I am in my 30s and have been dreaming of my little family for a long time. I agreed right away.
They decided not to arrange a big holiday, good friends and relatives from each side could be counted on fingers. Stopped their choice at the wedding of a closed type in the circle of the closest. We rented a decent restaurant, ordered first-class cuisine and even musicians. It was a wonderful evening – I will never forget it! Then it seemed to me that I truly happy. By the way, there I met my mother-in-law.
At first I thought she was a nice and pleasant woman. Initially, she was friendly with me, smiled a lot and congratulated me on marriage from the bottom of her heart. Although some of my friends found it strange that I only met her at the wedding. But I explained this by the fact that my fiancé and I mostly lived in my apartment, and we decided to get married quickly. There was a reason to meet, so to speak.
We left the wedding, went home happy and did not know the troubles. Within a week, something strange began to happen. My new husband started often. visit. I'd love to be with him, but we didn't have the same working hours. He had couples in the afternoon, so he could afford to visit his mother in the first. I couldn't do that.
We finally had a weekend together and we went together. My mother-in-law greeted us cordially, laid the table like a holiday. And then suddenly I asked: do we, by chance, want to live together? I almost choked. Carefully asked her what apartment she was talking about, to which she innocently replied that she did not care.
But the difference, excuse me, was pretty big. My grandfather left me with a lot of room. flat They had a nice renovation close to the center, and they had a two-bedroom in an old panel. In order not to offend, said that my husband and I have not yet settled together, and soon more children to plan. And the husband is silent, sitting and looking at his mother. After this conversation, there was an unpleasant aftertaste - we quickly went home.
Who is to blame, husband or mother-in-law? They say that in such cases there is no one to blame, and probably it is. After meeting with my mother-in-law, I tried for a long time to get an explanation from my husband, but he refused. He explained everything by the fact that his mother is already old, she is just bored. And I believed him.
He continued to visit his mom a couple of times a week, and I even started joking about whether he went to his mom. But honestly, it would be better not to my mother. I don't remember when it started, but the talk of move inIt's become commonplace. I told him I couldn't do it. And then I asked him how he thought it was.
How-how? Let's sell your apartment and move in with Mom, and she has a room for us. We'll give her half the money for the accommodation. He'll stay. Why do we need three rooms?
So my apartment needs to be sold, pay offI'm gonna live in her house on a bird's license. Is that how it works? It was probably the first time we had such a big fight. My husband famously slammed the door and went to sleep with my mother.
My husband's betrayal Relationship with husband And his mother began to deteriorate rapidly. I was no longer invited to visit, and my husband and I hardly talked. And then the mother-in-law went down with a terrible illness (according to her son). So he barely showed up at home. Even then I was thinking about divorce, but the last straw was the sudden appearance of my mother-in-law.
One day there was a knock on the door. When I got to the door, I saw my husband’s mother. She looked a bit painful, but I wouldn’t say she was in critical condition. At least her precarious health did not stop me from bringing a realtor and prospective buyer to my house. I was just speechless, but when he came back, I informed the dear guests that the apartment was in the air. I'm not going to sell..
The mother-in-law shrugged her lips and left without saying anything. Soon my husband came running from work and began to froth at the mouth to prove that I was afraid. insulted his mother. She is sick and needs money for treatment (and urgently). So the only way out is to sell my apartment. And how lucky we all are that his dear mother even found a buyer.
At that moment, I realized it was some kind of evil joke. My husband is not interested in me, but only in my apartment. The fight was the last, and I put his things out the door and went to find out how to file for divorce. I keep thinking I'm part of some kind of scam.
No, it's not something anyone could think of -- it's not some other woman involved. How do you say that? Involved, but not in that way. The fact is that my adored mother-in-law had a hand in our parting. But I'm not really mad at her. She's a stranger, with her cockroaches in her head. I am most offended by the way mine has treated me. freshman.
Unsplash The Story of My Husband's Betrayal They Say Women Are Falling For Money materiality. But in my case, it was just the opposite. I have worked for a long time in a good company and I am considered a respected specialist. I also have my own house - I got from my late grandfather on my mother's line. I borrowed the car, but I can’t say that I’m too busy paying it.
My husband, now an ex, apparently had not a penny. He lived with his beloved mother, taught at university and dreamed of one day becoming an assistant professor. I can't say he was a bad person in himself. He conquered me with his tenderness and romance. Honestly, we were very good together: he gave me peace and joy, very nice courting. Flowers were not available every day, but on holidays. He cooked deliciously too, never lazy to go for a walk. In restaurants, of course, we were not chic, but went to the movies and exhibitions of all kinds. We even went to a couple of other cities. It would seem Not a relationship, a dream.
312383
Unsplash Three months later he proposed to me. To say I wasn't. in the seventh heaven of happinessThat's lying. Of course I was! Especially after an exhausting 6-year relationship that never ended. I am in my 30s and have been dreaming of my little family for a long time. I agreed right away.
They decided not to arrange a big holiday, good friends and relatives from each side could be counted on fingers. Stopped their choice at the wedding of a closed type in the circle of the closest. We rented a decent restaurant, ordered first-class cuisine and even musicians. It was a wonderful evening – I will never forget it! Then it seemed to me that I truly happy. By the way, there I met my mother-in-law.
At first I thought she was a nice and pleasant woman. Initially, she was friendly with me, smiled a lot and congratulated me on marriage from the bottom of her heart. Although some of my friends found it strange that I only met her at the wedding. But I explained this by the fact that my fiancé and I mostly lived in my apartment, and we decided to get married quickly. There was a reason to meet, so to speak.
We left the wedding, went home happy and did not know the troubles. Within a week, something strange began to happen. My new husband started often. visit. I'd love to be with him, but we didn't have the same working hours. He had couples in the afternoon, so he could afford to visit his mother in the first. I couldn't do that.
We finally had a weekend together and we went together. My mother-in-law greeted us cordially, laid the table like a holiday. And then suddenly I asked: do we, by chance, want to live together? I almost choked. Carefully asked her what apartment she was talking about, to which she innocently replied that she did not care.
But the difference, excuse me, was pretty big. My grandfather left me with a lot of room. flat They had a nice renovation close to the center, and they had a two-bedroom in an old panel. In order not to offend, said that my husband and I have not yet settled together, and soon more children to plan. And the husband is silent, sitting and looking at his mother. After this conversation, there was an unpleasant aftertaste - we quickly went home.
Who is to blame, husband or mother-in-law? They say that in such cases there is no one to blame, and probably it is. After meeting with my mother-in-law, I tried for a long time to get an explanation from my husband, but he refused. He explained everything by the fact that his mother is already old, she is just bored. And I believed him.
He continued to visit his mom a couple of times a week, and I even started joking about whether he went to his mom. But honestly, it would be better not to my mother. I don't remember when it started, but the talk of move inIt's become commonplace. I told him I couldn't do it. And then I asked him how he thought it was.
How-how? Let's sell your apartment and move in with Mom, and she has a room for us. We'll give her half the money for the accommodation. He'll stay. Why do we need three rooms?
So my apartment needs to be sold, pay offI'm gonna live in her house on a bird's license. Is that how it works? It was probably the first time we had such a big fight. My husband famously slammed the door and went to sleep with my mother.
My husband's betrayal Relationship with husband And his mother began to deteriorate rapidly. I was no longer invited to visit, and my husband and I hardly talked. And then the mother-in-law went down with a terrible illness (according to her son). So he barely showed up at home. Even then I was thinking about divorce, but the last straw was the sudden appearance of my mother-in-law.
One day there was a knock on the door. When I got to the door, I saw my husband’s mother. She looked a bit painful, but I wouldn’t say she was in critical condition. At least her precarious health did not stop me from bringing a realtor and prospective buyer to my house. I was just speechless, but when he came back, I informed the dear guests that the apartment was in the air. I'm not going to sell..
The mother-in-law shrugged her lips and left without saying anything. Soon my husband came running from work and began to froth at the mouth to prove that I was afraid. insulted his mother. She is sick and needs money for treatment (and urgently). So the only way out is to sell my apartment. And how lucky we all are that his dear mother even found a buyer.
At that moment, I realized it was some kind of evil joke. My husband is not interested in me, but only in my apartment. The fight was the last, and I put his things out the door and went to find out how to file for divorce. I keep thinking I'm part of some kind of scam.
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