Hold me seven, or there will be no killing!!!!) Well, really, I’m having a hard time putting up with it! Living in the same entryway as my husband’s mom is hell. Her apartment is 3 floors up, my husband and daughter and I. My husband insisted on such close proximity, when I agreed, I did not know what sentence I was signing to myself … My family and I often allow ourselves to go out of town, for example, on weekends, and my mother-in-law, of course, has the keys to our apartment to “look after the flowers, they will die.” However, I have the feeling that she runs into our house, its orders as soon as we leave the door! What directs it is unclear.
Items of our closet sorted in a strange order … half of the bed linen put in the closet with my husband’s socks, some laid out next to the closet with a note “recycle”, and the rest is placed in the washing machine, prepared for washing, although the dirty laundry in my closet just does not happen! Kitchen utensils are all arranged in their own way.
My daughter’s toys are taken out of the box and also undergo a rigorous casting: some are unlucky, and they are thrown in the trash. The child’s opinion is not taken into account here, everything is done at her discretion. All my flowers are mercilessly drowned, and the tropical ones are savagely trimmed from their withered leaves…
Apparently, this lady also likes my cosmetics – she uses my perfume, creams, manicure products. I’m already tired of buying makeup for two!
Many times I beg her nicely – well, do not go into our room, “watered the flowers, airing, thank you! But she doesn’t hear a word I say. When I start a conversation with my husband on this subject, it turns into a scolding with the obligatory ending: “Honey, I understand everything, but you have to understand her too, we only have one mom, she’s at an advanced age, she has health problems. – She shouldn’t be upset… be patient.” To top it all off, this humorist, gave me a t-shirt with a similar inscription on it. But it doesn’t help)).
I am trying to hold back, but what do I do with it ? It has already been explained to her more than once, can I yell at her? But my upbringing does not allow, I’m scared, afraid to snap and do something in a state of affect). In general – and funny, and sinful, but the way out until I see …
