Now all my relatives condemn me for choosing love over my son and husband. I don’t understand what my fault is, because my son is already an adult and has his own family. He wanted to bring his daughter-in-law to my apartment, who had long seen herself as the mistress of my house, which I did not like. I believe that a son should take care of housing for his wife, we simply could not live together.
Since I was a child, my parents did not care about me at all. My older sister left home when she was 16, and I was younger and was waiting to grow up and leave my parents’ dysfunctional home. I tried to spend more time at my grandfather’s house, because he was the only one who really loved me. When my parents passed away, my sister and I gave up our apartment for our younger brother, because it was harder for him.
My sister got married at the age of 18, gave birth to a son, and at first they had a hard life, but then they found a stable income, not much, but enough to live on. Their son is now a successful businessman and helps them with everything. I ran away from home to an older man and got married. This upset only my grandfather, who said that he had not looked after me. I got pregnant, and when my son was born, my husband left me. In general, we had a difficult relationship, but that’s not the story. I didn’t say anything to anyone and rented a room in a dormitory with the last of my savings. Later, my grandfather found out about this difficult situation and took me to his house. I felt very uncomfortable disturbing my grandfather – he had a one-room apartment and a small child. But he was unshakable.
Thanks to him, I studied part-time and worked at the same time, while my grandfather took care of his grandson, and then took him to kindergarten and school. It was my grandfather who insisted that I save and save money, and in foreign currency, so that it would be more reliable and I would have less desire to spend it later.
When my son was in his teens, my grandfather passed away and I exchanged his one-room apartment for a larger two-room apartment in a residential area with a surcharge. Later, my son joined the army, and I met my husband and got married. He is six years younger than me, but we are happy together.
My son came home from the army, entered college, and brought a girl to meet him. She behaved impudently, but I did not contradict my son. My husband and I paid for a place for them in a restaurant, and my daughter-in-law’s parents bought alcohol, sweets, and something else. We saw them only once – at the wedding.
My daughter-in-law’s parents said that they would not take the young people to live with them, because their daughter and two children already live with them. I don’t want them to live with us either. My husband didn’t get involved in this situation, but I didn’t feel comfortable. At first, we rented an apartment for the young people for six months so that they had time to find a job and save up money, and then let them think for themselves. However, this period passed, and they came to the doorstep.
My son also had a complaint: “This is not your entire apartment, there is a part of my grandfather’s here, which means it is mine too.” Moreover, he has a residence permit. But my daughter-in-law doesn’t have one!
I told him that I was young, with a child, and at his age I earned money for my own housing. And they are two people who do not want to work full time. She’s still studying, and he has a part-time job. Of course, they can live like this: I paid the rent, her parents send food, and they don’t think about tomorrow. How else can you teach young people? I would still let them live with us if I saw that they were saving money for their own housing and earning money, but now two of them are sitting on my neck. And what is very important is that I still have a young husband, and a girl likes to wear everything short, and I don’t like it very much! I trust him, but I don’t trust my daughter-in-law.
So the rumor spread among my relatives and neighbors that I am bad for everyone, and my son is good. I didn’t kick my son out of the house, he could continue to live, and if he wanted his own family, then let him think about it.
Am I not right?
