When my wife and I got married, we simply had no choice but to use my parents’ help. She was already three months pregnant at the time, it would have cost a lot of money to rent a place, considering I was working alone.
My wife had a difficult pregnancy from time to time. That is why I am very grateful to my mother-in-law and father-in-law for giving us their own apartment to live in. Well, they went to live at the dacha. Especially since both of them had already retired and had long dreamed of growing their own vegetables and fruits and raising cattle.
In a word, everything happened in time, just in time. The thing is that their apartment was actually in a terrible condition. The plumbing was old, all the pipes had to be replaced. The bathroom is also in terrible condition – I bought on credit and a toilet, and a bathtub, and I also changed the tiles there.
In the hall, there was mold on the walls, dampness, and the wallpaper was falling off. I had to first treat the walls from fungus, and then align them, paint. In the other room was a problem with the walls, too. As you can imagine, I spent money on everything myself. I got into debt up to my ears, but I wanted my wife to give birth in good conditions. So I worked my ass off. I was at work in the morning and fixing things at home in the evening. And I did all this, knowing that the apartment does not even belong to us. But I believed that my mother-in-law and father-in-law treated me well, knew how much I had invested in all of this, and would never hurt me.
When our son was born, I bought a washing machine, microwave, multi cooker, even a dishwasher, a new bed. Again, to make the apartment comfortable so my wife wouldn’t have a hard time doing anything. To be honest, I can’t even imagine how my mother-in-law and father-in-law used to live in such conditions. But never mind.
For three years we lived perfectly well in the apartment, which became just like a doll’s house thanks to my efforts. And then my mother-in-law arrived when we weren’t expecting it. I thought she was visiting, to see her grandson. But in what shock was I when she at a tea party bluntly said, they lived three years, and that’s enough. Get out. And all because her son, who is 21 years old, decided to live together with a girl. Now she is going to give him a place to live, but not just in words, but on paper. I thought that the wife would somehow talk sense into her mother. We have a small child, I invested so much in this apartment. But no, my wife shook her head and said my mother was right and we should move out.
Soon we had a big scandal with my wife. She took her son and went to live with her parents. In her opinion, I should thank my parents for letting me live for three years. Okay, I’m grateful. But I had a lot invested, too. In short, apparently, our family is over.
