I can’t get over my anger. The arrogance of my husband’s parents amazes me. Interestingly, when their son and I got married, they came empty-handed. No one told them anything at the time. They made a huge effort at their favorite daughter’s wedding. You might think that our wedding took place many years ago, when no one had any money and the garden was the only way to avoid hunger. My husband and I got married when we were both twenty-five years old. We paid for the wedding ourselves, we didn’t ask anyone for help, and we had only our own money. “It’s ridiculous to organize a wedding at a time like this,” my mother-in-law was indignant, “You have nothing else to do, you should be saving for an apartment.”
My mother-in-law had no idea that I already had a place to live. My grandmother bequeathed me an apartment, even though I had never lived in it. At first, I lived with my parents, and then I moved to a rented house with my fiancé. When we filed an application, the tenants were told to move out, and my parents started renovating the apartment. My parents gave it to me as a wedding gift. On the big day, my in-laws met me and my husband after the registry office, congratulated us, and then told us that they could not give us anything, as they had no money. “You have to understand, we have a student daughter, and everything is so expensive nowadays,” they complained.
My husband and I assured them that it wasn’t such a big deal, and that it wasn’t just about the gifts. So they saved money for us as well. They were sure that their son wouldn’t make a scene, and their young daughter-in-law wouldn’t say anything to spoil the celebration. And so it happened. Moreover, the other guests did not skimp on gifts. We celebrated the wedding and moved to a new apartment.I rarely spoke to my in-laws, not because I didn’t like them, but because I didn’t want to hear my mother-in-law say that we had wasted money again. They were not interested in getting closer either. Even my pregnancy, which happened a year after the wedding, did not affect the situation.
My mother-in-law, of course, showered me with advice every time we met, but she never mentioned me, which I really appreciated. My mother-in-law took pictures of the child so that she could post pictures of her adored granddaughter every other day. They didn’t even offer any financial help. Even though they were well aware of how difficult our maternity leave was. My husband’s job was in jeopardy. “Yes, it’s hard for everyone now,” my mother-in-law grumbled, “but you have to hang in there. Now everything is getting better. My husband’s work has stabilized, I have recently started working, and my child has started going to kindergarten.
