My husband’s seventy-year-old grandmother is considered an authority by all relatives. Everyone listens to her opinion – from the elders in the family to grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Grandma is the oldest, therefore, the wisest of all. However, all the relatives of a man, including the husband, think so. But what kind of wisdom are we talking about? She is a pure manipulator, playing on emotions. Recently she said: “Until you eat my cheesecakes, I will not let you go anywhere”.
My grandmother lived for pleasure all her life. From the stories of relatives, I learned that she was so bossy and impudent even in her youth. She always demanded only the best for herself, did not pay attention to the needs of others, did not respect the opinions of adults, did not help her mother-in-law and especially did not do the housework. With age, she gained more power, because many people automatically consider elderly people wise and experienced, despite their life path.
At one time she forbade her son, that is my father-in-law, to have a second child. Why? “You have one. Put all your strength into him, grow and develop him”. The funny thing about this story is that no one opposed. And she forbade her husband to accept the cottage, which he was given for decades of work in the same company. “We are city people – we can buy tomatoes and currants in the store.
So, back to the original story. The other day my husband asked me to go with him to his grandmother for some tools. He promised that we would not stay long – we would take the tools and come back. So we went! All day my grandmother was following me. When I received messages or calls on my phone, she considered it her duty to find out who they were from. For some reason, my grandmother was sure that I was obliged to report to her. What a wise woman!
When we were about to leave, she started to have a nervous tic:
– Stop! You will not leave until you eat all the cheesecakes.
When I told her that we had eaten a lot before the trip, and I am allergic to cheese, she went wild:
– For whom have I been stuck at the stove since 6 am? There is no such thing as an allergy to cheese. Besides, there is very little cheese here. It is also homemade, not yours and bought with some allergy. The sooner you start, the sooner you finish.
My husband sat down like a sweetheart, picked up the utensils and started eating. And I did not give up my position. But I finally got knocked out by my husband’s phrase on the way back:
– You could at least try out of respect for her.
