My husband and I had saved up money for an apartment, and I started considering offers. But when my husband’s mother and sisters found out about it, any desire to buy a home disappeared from me. I sat at the hearth with tears in my eyes.
It’s not for nothing they say you can always watch fire, water, and your husband kick you out of the house. At 25, I married what I thought was a handsome, intelligent, attentive man. We lived in a happy marriage.
Until I met his mother and three older sisters. Imagine having a bad relationship with your mother-in-law. And I have four mothers-in-laws like that at once. My husband and I were getting an apartment together. As it happens, I was saving more than he was. Because I didn’t have to help my three sisters. Having saved a round sum, my husband and I began to choose an apartment to buy. On credit, of course.
My husband especially did not like to choose an apartment, it seemed to him a boring business and he fully trusted me with this task. My mother-in-law invited us to her house. They celebrated the graduation of the youngest of my sisters. Finally, my husband sighed, now I wouldn’t have to send her money every month. At the table we were talking about our apartment. Mother-in-law: – Well, sonny, how about the apartment? Are you going to buy it? A big one, I hope. Otherwise we don’t have enough room here.
Husband: – Mom, I don’t like to look for an apartment. I’ve entrusted it to Maria. She’s better at it. -What? -Let me choose an apartment for you. I’ve found someone to trust to look for an apartment. She’ll choose now so that only she’ll be comfortable, and then how about us? I let my fork out and stopped chewing and looked at Kate with dumbfounded eyes. To which she replied:
– What are you looking at? That’s right, you only think about yourself and never once helped us with money. My head was full of thoughts. You are big sisters! Sitting on your little brother’s neck! Go and learn how to earn your own money, sit and boss your little brother around. Those were the thoughts that were in my head and looking at his sisters. But I didn’t even open my mouth. I picked up my fork and continued, silently, to eat my salad.
While my husband’s mother, wanted to talk to her son alone. Leaving me in the same room with my three sisters. There was silence for two minutes. And only the middle sister Julia said: – Maria, pass the salt. And then Kate spoke again: “I will choose the apartment. Because we will have to live there too. You don’t have to keep choosing.
I tried to cope with myself and softly answered her: – Who collected the money for this apartment, let him decide. And then came the youngest, the same age as her husband: “Who are you to spend our money? We will decide for ourselves. Throughout this dialogue I tried to hold back, and I wasn’t bad at it. It seemed to me, let’s talk, and all this will pass.
