My mother-in-law decided to move into my flat and hand hers over to my daughter.
My husband grew up in a large family. My mother-in-law kept having children until she finally had a daughter. A rather peculiar approach, but it isn’t my place to judge. Family ways, I suppose.
When I married, I thought I was incredibly lucky. David seemed dependable, brave, and strong. He knew what family meant, but somehow couldn’t quite detach himself from his mother and younger sister. His mother never seemed particularly concerned about her sons, but her daughter’s well-being was always her top priority.
Emily was just ten when I met her. She didn’t bother me at first, but five years later, she did start to get under my skin. She refused to study, hung about with dodgy lads, and my husband had to sort out every one of her problems. My sister-in-law could ring him in the dead of night for help and he’d be off without hesitation.
I’d hoped Emily would grow up, get married, and the situation would resolve itself. But no such luck. When she finally decided to marry, her mother called on her sons to chip in for the wedding because she had no money herself. The groom was skint and earned very little, so the young couple ended up moving in with the mother-in-law.
Then came one child, and another My mother-in-law eventually realised she couldn’t continue living like that, enduring such chaos. So, she landed on what she thought was an ideal solution she’d move in with us and hand her flat over to her daughter. The only problem is, I bought our flat entirely with my own money, not a single penny from my husband. Strangely enough, he couldnt be happier with this arrangement, telling me his mother will be helpful.
We’ve only got a two-bedroom flat. I have no intention of sacrificing my comfort or sharing my living space. My mother-in-law is convinced that we’re obliged to take her in because her eldest son must supposedly ensure his parents well-being.
I love my husband; divorce simply isn’t something Id consider. But how can I make him see reason? How do I explain that living with his mother feels like utter misery? Maybe someone can offer me some advice.
