The topic of mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, like fathers and children, is an eternal one. We choose our husbands, but mothers-in-law, that’s as good as they come. I will tell you about my interesting relationship with my mother-in-law in this article.
I met my husband when I was in college. He is an excellent student, and I am a cheerful “C” student. As the saying goes, opposites attract.
So we were attracted to each other. After a year of our communication he proposed to me. He took upon himself all the expenses of the wedding, and for half a year he studied and worked without a day off, just to have everything as in a fairy tale.
I had a lot of guys around me, but I chose my husband. He seemed to me like a perfect husband. One thing that put me off – his mother.
She’s a woman – not a gift. I realized this from our first meeting.
After we got married, our relationship didn’t work out. My mother-in-law, there was no other word for it, and all she did was shower me with remarks and reproaches. And even at first we lived with them – a double dose of evil.
She didn’t accept our firstborn, either. She said in front of me that the daughter was not her son, that she was as stupid as her mother. From that moment on I cut all ties with her.
But I couldn’t get rid of her that easily. One day she shows up at my apartment with a piece of paper. And claims that she did a DNA test, and finally can expose me for loitering – the child is not her son.
Of course, neither my husband nor I believed it. And the next day we were already in the DNA-lab.
The result surprised everybody, the grandmother was not our grandmother. Probability of motherhood was zero percent, my husband was adopted because she couldn’t have children and her husband needed an heir.
That’s how she got caught, you do evil, you get it back.
