My name is Andrew. My father, after my mother died, married a woman who had two daughters.
Many years have passed. We grew up. Then my father had an accident and died.
My stepmother turned out to be a very decent woman. She gave up the apartment for me.
– That apartment belonged to your mother. And now it should be yours!
The only thing my stepmother asked me to do was to let her daughters live in my apartment until they finished their studies. The stepmother was going back to her village. I agreed.
Masha and Natasha were very different. But they both had only one dream: to find a husband with an apartment.
And a wonderful life began for me. Masha cooked my breakfast, and Natasha ironed my clothes. Both sisters did their best to please me.
And then two months apart, Masha and Natasha gave birth to my daughters. When my stepmother found out that her daughters were pregnant, she made a terrible scandal. But Masha and Natasha refused to have an abortion. They decided to have children.
And I thought about it and figured that paying a third of my salary for 18 years as alimony was very expensive, so I decided to buy an apartment on a mortgage.
I traded in my apartment for two studio apartments. And I used the money I had left over for a down payment on the mortgage of the apartment I bought for myself.
I gave each one-room apartment to Masha and Natasha, so that they would write a waiver of alimony. And I lived quietly for several years.
And then four years later a writ of execution came to me at work, saying that I had a huge arrears of child support.
I went to my sisters to find out. And they laughed in my face. They said I just gave them these apartments. And they messed up the contract on purpose.
So now I’m left without my parents’ apartment. I’m paying the mortgage and alimony. It’s very difficult.
And my stepmother is happy about it:
– That’s what you deserve! You deserve it!
Natasha and Masha forbade me to see my daughters. I borrowed money to pay off my child support debt and went to court to have the right to see my daughters. I won the trial.
At work, I had a serious talk with my bosses and asked that I be paid most of my salary in an envelope. Now I pay very little child support.
I pick up my daughters on Friday and take them to their mothers on Sunday. I buy my girls everything they want. I take them to all kinds of fun activities. Masha and Natasha complain about me all the time, screaming at me not to spoil their daughters.
And I also pay extra money to two guys to take care of my sisters and tell them that other people’s children will prevent them from getting married.
Once, in the presence of a woman from child welfare, I took my daughters from my stepmother’s house. Said their mothers had abandoned them altogether. Now I filed for child support myself, and my daughters live with me. I am a very good dad. When my daughters see their mothers, they run to me and hug me: they are very afraid that their mothers will take them away. It’s not for nothing that I read them fairy tales about evil mothers.
When Natasha and Masha understood everything, I was already married and very happily married.
I offered Masha and Natasha a deal: that they would return my apartments to me and then I would return their daughters to them. Of course, they agreed.
Now I live very well. I rent out two apartments and have already paid off the mortgage on my apartment in full.
I didn’t allow myself to be cheated and got back at my insolent sisters very nicely…
