I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for two years now. And then he asked me to marry him. I, of course, said yes. However, one thing that confused me was that he was in no hurry to move in together.
Sasha lived in his parents’ three-room apartment, and I lived in a dorm. I am of the opinion that it is necessary to live together before the wedding to get used to it. I hinted about this to my lover, but he pretended not to understand me. And then the stars aligned-his parents had to go away for two weeks and we could live together for that time.
I tried to be a model hostess. I cooked, cleaned, kept everything clean and tidy. I delighted my fiancé every day with goodies and tried to please him.
If it wasn’t for one “but,” everything would have been fine. I asked him to vacuum, and he said he wasn’t going to do a woman’s job. They say that in their family the men are responsible for the financial well-being, not for helping his wife. I kept silent, I thought, when we start living together, everything will change.
Before my parents came back, I cleaned the apartment to a shine. I wanted to make a good impression and not to get my face dirty. I baked a cake, made dinner, and went home.
The next day Sasha told me that his mother wasn’t happy with me. You see, I’m not a good hostess. I was taken aback. The first time I went to their house, the apartment was much dirtier. Why did she slander me? She didn’t even appreciate my treats, she thought they were tasteless. I was so offended!
I think she just does not want to let her son away from her, so she disliked me. Maybe she found a more suitable match for her son… Why do I think so? Because after my parents returned, Sasha became cold towards me and we rarely see each other or talk. I don’t think there will be any wedding at all.
What do you think?
