My mother took pity on me and took me in. Husband, son (12 years old), and me. My mother has been slandering my husband since day one. She said, “He hates me. I don’t know if he hates me, I don’t pry, but he is polite, he has never raised his voice at her.
She has a private room, a TV. No one takes a penny of her pension, she gives it to my unmarried brother, who for his own reasons will never get married. My brother works and has a place to live.
The best piece to her, not the baby, but her. All the attention to her. She can’t stand airplanes, we never go on vacation without her. My son doesn’t dote on her and from the age of 5 knows all the medicines she takes, knows her blood pressure and other things.
She didn’t like my husband from the first day, she started lying that he was a drug addict. My husband, when he heard about it, laughed for a long time, then started joking, saying: “mom (he calls her mom), I must be high today.” I, on the other hand, am not laughing at all. When I come home from work in the evening, a disgruntled mother meets me at the doorstep and starts lying right away about her husband, who comes home an hour early because he works across the street from home.
There is no joy in the house. There is money, there is everything, but there is no joy. I don’t feel like going home. She also says, “I have never done anything bad to anyone. I was the best mother in your class. I’ve done more for you than any mother.
The strange thing is that my son, when he was 9 years old, said to me, “Grandma lies about Dad, she twists everything for you. But he adores her, he sees her lies and adores her. He says, “she’s old, don’t be offended by her. But the resentment strangles me and I do not want to go home. I very much regret that I took my mother to live with me.
