My father died when I was still in school. So it was just me, my mother and my older brother. At that time I was married late – at the age of 25. My husband and I decided to live with his parents. My heart was immediately at ease: my mother-in-law, no matter what people said about them, was a very kind and sweet woman, I always understood her. However, my father-in-law confronted me from the very first day of my detention.
After being in the war, he became rough and brutal, forgot about politeness and was always booming. I, unfortunately, was not able to help him at once.
At that time I was working as a labourer in a hollow house, my schedule was not easy: I worked 6 days a week. And when I was home only in the evening, I still had time to dial him.
One day I was home alone with him. He began to control himself: he was screaming, swearing, insulting. He kept accusing me of needing his apartment. Of course, I objected and tried to explain that I had no such intentions at all. But this was the first time I dared to answer, and before that I was quietly and humbly silent. My father-in-law was not able to do it, he grabbed my things and threw them out of the door, and then me.
I packed my things and went to my mother’s house. On the same day, a man came to pick me up and asked me to return home with him. I immediately agreed, because I love him very much. Somehow we continued to live until the birth of our son. And soon my father-in-law received the apartment as a war veteran and my husband and I moved there, where our quiet life began. That’s when I really calmed down.
What would you do in such a situation?
