My husband Philip and I have been married for three years. And all three years I have been living like hell. Of course, my life is very spoiled by my mother-in-law. And so recently I could not stand it and said:
– Philip, we’ve been married for years! Let’s finally rent an apartment and live separately from your mom!
– And what bothers you about my mom? We can’t afford to pay the rent now, because I’m always getting a late paycheck! What money are we going to live on then? – My husband answered me.
And I was very upset. I was so sorry that I was born in the countryside, and I don’t have my own place in the city. After all, I worked in the city, and we lived all three years with my husband together with his mother. I treated my mother-in-law well.
But she didn’t like me very much. Her husband died a long time ago, when Philip was only eight years old. My mother-in-law loved her son very much. Maybe that’s why she greeted me so unfriendly. She just didn’t want to share her son with anyone.
We didn’t have a wedding, we just got married and started living with my mother-in-law. Of course, big problems started right away. My mother-in-law didn’t like the way I washed the dishes or how I put them in the closet. She thought I was a terrible cook. She constantly reproached me that my pasta was overcooked and my soup was not salty.
I was very offended: I cooked normally. I started coming into the kitchen less and less often. I tried to spend as much time as possible outside the house. I went to work as early as possible and came back as late as possible. My mother-in-law scolded me for not cleaning the room where we lived, even though I cleaned it every week. She constantly reprimanded me and scolded me. With this she drove me to a nervous breakdown.
So one day I got really angry and told Philip that if he wouldn’t protect me from his mother and we didn’t move to a rented apartment, I would file for divorce. But nothing changed. Everything kept going on. Then I packed up my things and moved to live with my mom. I couldn’t get along with my mother-in-law.
I hope that Philip will decide to rent an apartment after all and that we will be able to save our marriage. I still love Philip very much. But to live with his mom and endure her constant discontent and reproaches – I just can not!
