On Saturday at the market, I ran into my former mother-in-law. She had changed a lot, looking noticeably older. I quickly approached her, greeted her, and started inquiring about her life. She didn’t complain about her son, but I could tell things were tough. Before we parted, she asked me to call her the next day. I felt sorry for my ex-mother-in-law; I had lived in her house for ten years and got along well with her. Then her son brought home a new wife, saying she would be better than me.
I lived with my husband in his mother’s house for a decade. Peter immediately said that we didn’t need to buy our own place because, as his mother’s only child, we would definitely inherit the house. His words didn’t sit right with me; he shouldn’t have spoken that way. When I started living with my mother-in-law, I noticed she was a calm and kind woman with a warm presence.
After the wedding, my husband’s attitude towards me completely changed, and even the birth of our son didn’t alter our relationship. I didn’t feel like I was in a partnership. I could only talk openly with my mother-in-law. Out of respect for her, I never said anything negative about her son, but she understood everything on her own. She helped me with the child throughout those years.
She would take our son to nursery and later to school and always cooked for us. Ten years passed, and my husband, unexpectedly for all of us, announced he was filing for a divorce. He promptly declared he wasn’t going anywhere and would continue living there, as it was his home. He told me I had to move out. For the first time, my mother-in-law intervened in our conversation, asking her son to reconsider, think about saving the family, and consider the child. But all these talks were in vain because he had made up his mind and wasn’t listening to anyone. I packed up and left. His new wife moved in with him. I rented a room from a woman.
Life is hard now because I earn very little, and my child and I are living in someone else’s home. The woman we live with doesn’t seem bad, but she has a difficult personality, constantly unhappy, and everything I do is wrong. My son and I started having our meals in our room to avoid seeing her.
One day, at the local market, I met my mother-in-law, and there was sadness in her eyes. She didn’t complain about her son, but I realized she wasn’t living alone in her own home. We had a very heartfelt conversation, and she asked me to call her. I feel for my mother-in-law and would take her in to live with us. She’s a good person and would help me out, but I don’t have a place to live myself. What should I do?
