My friend’s son is a wonderful guy. He studied well, graduated, went to work, it was hard. Now he is rich, a business owner, a house in the country, an apartment in the center – I tell you – a miracle, not a guy.
But… as always there is a BUT. He married a girl. Terrible girl, from a dysfunctional family, angry, jealous and cruel girl. These are not the words of my friend, who gave her only son in the clinging clutches, this is a scientific fact.
First and foremost, the sly wench got rid of all her husband’s friends. “What are they for, they only come here to drink, they pull money out of you – they are of no use to you – they ride you.”
Then she consistently got rid of her relatives. The man’s family is large and friendly – shared feasts, congratulations on holidays, frequent calls – a good family, such a strong.
Wife first rolled her eyes at every call from relatives, important things to think of when they were invited to visit and suffered urgent migraines when someone has to come to them.
Soon my mother was the only one who came occasionally, because she really wanted to communicate with her granddaughter. And of course she missed her son.
My wife managed to make a scandal out of it every time.
Not hysterical and shouting, but quietly, hissing expressed that “we do not bring up the child, I’ve told you five hundred times, but apparently you can not change” “do not bring your gifts cheap, we only go in expensive, and you bring – nowhere to devote”.
My son stood next to me and nodded, “Mom, for God’s sake.
Yesterday I met with her and another friend. My friend was crying and showing me a text message with trembling hands. There is a girl who writes to her, not shy in language, that she and her husband decided that it is better for her not to come to them anymore, and a bunch of other nastiness.
She sobs, says her son called and said, “Mom, you’re annoying your wife. After you come home, she can’t come to her senses for three days.
But that’s not the point. We were sitting there sighing, poor son, how could it be, what bad luck.
And then our acquaintance says: What does she have to do with it? You brought up such a son, cruel and heartless.
We yelled at her that she didn’t understand anything. What can he do if she is like that? He did it for his family, for peace in the world, and you should have seen the child he was, when he gave his mom a card for March 8 in the sixth grade, do you know what kind of present he got?
We’ll show you, there’s a heart and a flower he drew himself. And if it wasn’t for that wife…
She just shrugged her shoulders, saying that if a man is not mean, then no wife will not force him to be. And she left.
And suddenly it was like a veil fell from my eyes.
All my life I was brought up in the paradigm – a good man got a bad wife.
And here I was.
It turned out that a man was mean because he was mean, not because he was forced into it by evil devils.
