When Monica and I were dating, we were living in the apartment her parents had given her. She was only twenty-two, and she already had an apartment! I hadn’t even dared to dream of that. And after we got married I planned that our life would not change at all, but my father-in-law came up with a genius idea – we could temporarily live with them in a two-room apartment, renting out Monica’s apartment. After all, this way you can quickly and easily, in a couple of months, to collect for a good repair.
Monica liked the idea-she was comfortable living with her parents, and she never had too much money. I did not understand why she dragged for years and months before knowing and cohabiting with me. Could, after all, to live with her parents earlier, putting it aside for repairs. And since, as a husband, I can no longer go to mine, and Monica does not want to stay with my parents, for fear of making a bad impression on my mother.
There was nothing to do, so we had to move temporarily and rent our little nest. The money was really good. Monica and I even opened another account, pooling our paychecks so that we could get back to the apartment in three or four months and start renovating. But this still did not compensate for the behavior of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. More than once I had the feeling that they had called me in to bully me. My retired father-in-law’s favorite pastime was to chase me to the store on my days off, scold me for picking up the wrong thing, and make me watch boxing with him when I couldn’t stand that kind of thing. It hurts to watch someone get beaten up. And my father-in-law thinks that all “real men” should like that and be able to stand up for themselves.
My mother-in-law obviously has some kind of mental and mood problem. She loves me and rubs my cheek, or scolds me for my socks on the radiator when there is a dryer. She scolds me until she is foaming at the mouth, and yells so that all the neighbors can hear.
Maybe this is a normal attitude, I do not know, but in my family is so unacceptable.
I thought about convincing Monica to move in with my parents at first, but when I imagined that she would be just as uncomfortable for some reason, I came up with a better idea. I want to suggest that she lie to her folks about my business trips starting and move into my house myself. It wouldn’t hurt for the marriage to have two weeks apart. Then I would put up with my father-in-law and mother-in-law again for a week, and then I would go back to my own place. And when Monica stops giving up, we’ll move back there together, and everything will be just as good as before. Because I can’t stand it anymore.
