At the age of 25, I married what I thought was an attentive, intelligent and caring man, but he turned out to be a rag. We lived together for three years, during which time we were able to save up to buy an apartment, or rather, to make a down payment. My husband didn’t like to choose real estate, so I started looking for an apartment for us. My husband has three sisters who behaved worse than his mother-in-law. Although their mother was not a gift: she also managed to drink my blood. My husband’s younger sister graduated from university, and we were invited to a celebration. My husband was able to breathe a sigh of relief, because now he didn’t have to send his sister money for her studies. During the celebration, my mother-in-law inadvertently asked about my husband and I’s apartment.
– “Well, when are you going to buy an apartment? I hope you want a big one, because we are cramped here,” the mother-in-law told her son. At that moment, I was eating a salad and trying to keep my temper in check.
– I don’t look at apartments. Rebecca does it, I trust her completely,” said my husband.
– “That’s ridiculous! She’ll choose the one that suits her, and she won’t even think about us,” my older sister began to get indignant. At that moment I looked up from my food and looked her in the eye. I saw in her eyes a huge hatred for me.
– I will choose the apartment, not you. Do you understand? My brother earned money, that’s all.
Her words hurt me, because I was the one who was saving money, not him. After all, I don’t have three adult sisters who are sitting on my back just because they don’t want to work anywhere. I wanted to put her in her place, but I decided not to start a scandal. At that moment, my husband was not around, my mother called him for a separate conversation. When my husband returned to me, he offered to go home. I agreed, because I did not want to be in this snake’s nest. At home, my husband was worried about something.
He could not find a place to sit. I could not stand it and asked him what was wrong. He looked at me and said in a guilty voice: “I’m sorry, but my family is against you. I can’t go against them, we have to get a divorce. Transfer the money to my personal card; I will buy an apartment, but not with you.
I was very hurt and upset. My husband packed his things and went to his mother and sister. I spent the whole night counting the receipts to see how much I paid and how much my husband paid. The majority was mine. So with one touch of my finger, I transferred my husband his pennies, which he was going to use to buy an apartment. And I went on vacation to relax and forget him. To my surprise, I immediately met a man who not only surrounded me with attention and care, but also helped me deal with the past. In particular, he helped me forget my husband.
