A few days ago my son brought a bride into our house. She’s a little younger than me, I think – four or five years. My son has fallen in love with someone my age and wants to marry her. Another piece of news that surprised me in the end was that she also has a little daughter by her ex-husband.
I accepted them well and quite adequately. The main thing is that my son is happy, and I am happy, but I had to talk to someone about it. After the girl left, I immediately called a friend, which I call “calming medicine. Always, no matter what happens, she is there and supports, and most importantly – gives good advice that always works. So, I call her and tell her a story and ask her to help me do the right thing.
She and I chatted for quite a while and the conversation would have lasted longer if my son hadn’t come home. He wanted to talk to me about the bride. I was afraid to hear another piece of news that would shock me. “Mom, I want her and her baby to come live with us, because, consider her my wife,” my son told me.
I did not know how to react, and said: yes, let them, because our house is big and cozy. He was happy and went to tell the girl the news. I had one thought in my head: this woman can not just love my son so much, maybe she knows that we have a large house in the city center with its own yard and a very wealthy family – and therefore clung to it?
With that thought, I fell asleep. That day I had a dream where my late husband said to me, “it’s okay.” And in the morning, when I woke up, I realized that my son is not a stupid guy and understands everything himself, and even if he makes a mistake, he will fix it.
