– I do not understand their special attitude to my grandmother, they dance to her tune, and my father-in-law, and mother-in-law, and my husband. Her word is law for them, because she is the eldest in the family, so she is the wisest. I tell him how wise she is, she is toxic and manipulates you. When I first met her, that evening she cooked dumplings and told my grandson not to go anywhere until you eat them. She ordered the same thing to my mother-in-law and father-in-law, and the whole family sat down and began to choke on these dumplings. The seventy-seven-year-old grandmother of my husband is a really authoritarian woman. She decided everything in their family, from what they would eat, what they would wear, to where family members would work or where they would rest.
Neither her husband nor my mother-in-law, and later also my son-in-law, accepted her words as law. My husband is the only child in the family. And when my mother-in-law wanted a second, and my father-in-law also agreed, my grandmother said: “You do not need a second child. You already have one, provide him with everything. Times are not good, you do not need to create problems for yourself. Yes, times were hard. But everything was fine in their family. They had a car, and a house, and earned well. The second child would not have hindered anyone and nothing. Or, for example, the plant once offered the father-in-law to give them a summer cottage. Grandma decided that they did not need it, because they would not grow anything there. The father-in-law refused the dacha.
Now it would cost millions, and they claim that grandma is wise. My grandmother also behaves inadequately with me. She thinks that she can control me too. Every time I talk on the phone, she asks: “Who are you talking to?” Apparently, she thinks that I have to report to her. And, recently, early in the morning, my husband and I went to my grandmother’s house to pick up some of my husband’s tools. I do not like these trips so much, but sometimes you have to. So, we went, having breakfast, and she, they say, cooked dumplings again. “Until you eat them, you will not go anywhere!” My husband listened to my grandmother, and I immediately warned that I was allergic to cheese and that I was not hungry. Grandma began to prove that her dumplings are the most delicious, homemade, I should try, she decided so. And I did not repeat that I was allergic, said that I did not want to try, and that I did not owe her. She made a scandal, started to say that I was rude, did not respect adults, she was making them in the morning. She wrote to her husband that her blood pressure had risen. And my husband said to me: “You could have eaten a couple of dumplings out of respect for her”.
