When I got pregnant, I realized that my husband’s parents were not the people I thought they were, so I ran to my mother for help.

What makes a person happy Really? In the moment, of course, it can be material goods. It's not enough to list any fingers. Real estate, expensive cars, jewelry, clothes, status. Someone says that sincere joy can be caused only by achieving the goal of a lifetime: the peak of a career or a sports, creative triumph. But for most ordinary people, happiness is when all family and friends are together, there are no problems with finances and health, and only peace and understanding are visible on the horizon.



Is it really necessary for a person to constantly strive for absolute success, to climb the stairs, no matter what? Or will normal life, family relationships and simple confidence in the future be enough? The question is quite rhetorical, because everyone is used to choosing their own way of life and this is normal. Another thing, if they try to find happiness at the expense of someone else’s hump. In this case, we would advise you to reconsider your moral values and personal views on life.

I would not like to escalate the negativity from the very beginning of my story, but as it is. I'll be honest, because I don't see any reason to be lying or not saying anything. I think my mother is wrong, moreover, a woman who is not doing her parenting duties well enough. I am the only daughter, the only child in the family. I don’t know what would have happened if I had more brothers and sisters.

In general, the situation is as follows: after graduation, I immediately found my man and realized that he was the person I wanted to marry. Especially since I was born in the village and for the locals, a wedding at this age was never an out-of-the-box event. There are no old maidens in the village. On the other hand, personally, I always wanted to live in the city and my future husband could easily help me with this. His family lived there.



Peels: We didn't do a big wedding. All right, we're in a cafe, we're sitting. My mother met the parents of the groom, they all talked together, and a couple of days later I moved to live with them, leaving my native village. Nothing, but six months later I found out I was pregnant. Yes, somehow everything in my life happened quite quickly, but I clearly felt that everything had to go this way.

Unfortunately, it soon turned out that my father-in-law is not as cheerful people as I thought at first. When my stomach was clearly visible, they, realizing that now I was not going anywhere, began to accuse me of all mortal sins. They said I was lazy, wayward, loud and constantly arguing. Yes, I have my point of view on some things, but what about that? No, it's a common manipulation by the husband's parents.

Like a snowball, the claims began to grow and I got the impression that my husband and his parents need me only as a cleaner for their apartment or cook. And the fact that I inflated like a ball, and I feel no matter, no one cares. I had no one to turn to except my mother. Thank you to her, she listened to me attentively and, sighing, said that she had long been going to go to her idol abroad to work.



Not that I was really excited about this idea, but my mom was already in her 50s, and she raised me alone. But on the other hand, I heard that women are leaving and much older than her. Plus, I was promised to send some money every month to help me buy my own apartment. Well, since I didn't have a dowry, well. I had to agree. It would be stupid for me to have my nose spinning, wouldn't it?

5 years later, my mother came home. Not forever, for six months. Apparently, not everything is as bad and hard as I thought, since she still has the strength to go back. But the problem was very different. You see, during all this time, I myself managed to become a mother, reconcile with my husband, adapt to life in the apartment with my mother-in-law. Yes, it wasn't just for the first time and yet.



So I had to become a housewife, raise a child and live my life. At the same time, part of the money sent by the mother went to household issues, some amount we gave for children’s things, small, but nevertheless. He also had to buy a used car that he had long wanted. Or rather, with the money that my mother sent me, I took a part, added to the part that my husband managed to save on his own and, after a little bargaining, the car was in our possession. Is that good? I think so.

But my mother decided that my husband and I are doing absolutely the wrong thing and did not hesitate to say it to the full voice. When she came home, my husband and I met her well. In her house they cleaned, set the table, decorated everything. At first she was very happy, she brought guests, a lot of food. But then, when I found out that the money that she sent me, not all preserved in the right amount, I began to lament.



Yeah, I'm not hiding that more than half that amount is gone. It happens. We didn't skip them, we didn't drink them. But that's not enough for mom. You see, she thought that she would come home to stay, see what kind of living space we managed to buy and go back to earn money for herself. It's like he doesn't know I'm at home with my baby and the prices in the store are going up every month. We can’t just leave and forget how things are in our country.

I tried to talk to her in a good way. In a calm tone, I told you what I had to go through over the years, how everything gradually came back to normal (more or less), and so on. No, it's like my mom didn't hear me. Said we'd buy the apartment for our own. Because she's not gonna send me anything anymore. That's not her plan. And even the whole evening was showered with barbs at my husband, they say, how he bought the car, how much gasoline consumes and so on. It hurt even me, to be honest.



Tell me, is this normal behavior? After all, we are really trying to make ends meet, a young family and even with a child. I tried to ask my mom to play with my granddaughter, but she said she was an adult and had only one grandmother. I do not understand this behavior and I consider it unacceptable. But I can't help it. Mom, she's a mom. I still depend on her to some extent. But what can I do in this situation?