The only thing I’ve always been afraid of in my life is an angry mother-in-law. I had been married once before. But then I was lucky in that respect, I guess. My first husband was from an orphanage, with no parents. So I never heard any condemnation in my direction. But it didn’t work out with my first husband. We had been married for only five years and I filed for divorce. The thing is that when we got married, I was still at university. My husband started drinking after a year, he accumulated debts, and the same obligations applied to me as his wife. I had to give up my studies in order to work and pay my debts.
I only made a lot of problems for myself with my marriage. When I divorced him, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally there will be no more problems. For two years I was alone, came to himself, collected himself piece by piece. Well, then I met Oleg. He had never been married, and he had never been in a serious relationship besides me. Somehow everything quickly spun and turned around. He proposed to me and I said yes. Then we went to meet his mother.
From the threshold of the apartment, I saw his mother’s disgruntled face. She abruptly threw me something like “hello” and went into another room. I did not even realize at first what was wrong. Maybe something was wrong with me or something with my clothes. But no, I was quite restrainedly dressed. Already at the table my mother-in-law looked at me appreciatively and was silent. Such a look in my direction made me feel uncomfortable. And when I already blushed, she sharply gave out.
-Mm, so you’re, even without an education? So I take it you’re clueless? -With a slight smirk and contempt she turned to me. I hesitated a little, and then answered calmly, sipping my tea.
-Yes, my education is incomplete higher education, it so happened in life that I could not finish university, but the plan is still to finish studying. -Mother-in-law hummed loudly.
-Hmm, plans to finish school? And when are you going to be a wife, huh? When are you going to raise your children, cook for your husband, and clean the house? You’re a big tsarina. -She sniggered again, took another sip of tea and put the mug back on the table. -Let me tell you something, my son doesn’t need no sluts like you at all.
I look at you – such you are, and with appearance, and with a figure, and still no mind. -That second I was so offended. I immediately got up from the table and went to the bathroom. I cried. A complete stranger insults me for nothing, and my husband is silent. It’s good that we soon left her house. I did not want to go to her anymore. But she came to our house and every time she tried to insult me in some way, at least to hurt me.
Somehow I did not turn to a psychologist to find out what to do. A few sessions and I realized that my mother-in-law was a typical manipulator and I was the victim because I let her insult me and did not fight back due to my upbringing. So when she once again came at me with insults, I immediately asked her to leave my house. We don’t communicate anymore, but I don’t care, and my husband isn’t a principle in this regard.
