I got married very quickly. My marriage only lasted six months. Exactly until my husband’s mother came to visit, who came to live with us in all seriousness to make sure her son had made the right choice and that I was taking good care of him, a thirty-year-old boy. At first I thought she was joking, but that was no joke.
My husband Max was from out of town. He himself was born somewhere in a small town, where he grew up, and after high school he decided to move to the middle belt to attend university. After five years of study, he didn’t want to go back to his hometown.
Before I met him, he was renting an apartment with a friend. He sort of tried to save up for something of his own, but for some reason it didn’t work out so well. At least by the time I met him, he hadn’t been saving up.
I don’t have any housing or financial problems. I live in my two-room apartment, I have a stable job, I do not depend on anyone financially, and I even try to help my parents. I can’t say that I earn a lot, but I have enough to live on.
Somehow at first sight Max and I became interested in each other. At that time I was thirty years old and he was thirty-one. Neither of us were burdened by previous marriages and children, which at our age is already worth a lot.
We dated for about a year. He periodically stayed overnight at my place, but I didn’t call him to move his stuff in, and he wasn’t in a hurry either. But then the words about seriousness of intentions sounded, and we decided that we needed to check the household compatibility, and about six months we lived together.
The results of the experiment were satisfactory, so we decided to get married. We weren’t going to have a wedding, we didn’t see the point in that. My parents congratulated us anyway, we sat for an evening with them, ate some barbeque and drank wine, and my mother-in-law said that since there would be no large-scale wedding, she would come later to meet me and congratulate us at the same time.
We lived happily ever after, everything was fine. After the wedding Max did not suddenly relax and throw socks everywhere or demand coffee in bed every morning. Everything stayed the way it was. But then his mother rushed into our quiet family happiness.
My mother-in-law came over our heads all of a sudden, like snow in July. She just called Max on Saturday morning and said she was already at the train station and had to meet her. My husband and I both had eyes like cartoon characters. While he was rushing around the apartment, trying to get dressed quickly and call a cab, I was frantically putting things in order and trying to figure out what to feed my dear guest. I didn’t want to lose face when we first met.
Cooked quickly at least something to eat, cleaned the house semblance of order (I clean up just on Saturdays), I had barely time to change out of my pajamas into something decent, when my husband brought his mother. She is a big and very noisy woman. She cuddled me, petted me like a kitten, looked me over like a market purchase.
I was confused by the number of bags my husband’s mother brought with her. One goes to visit with such bags for a very long time. But I put that thought out of my mind, switching to the role of hospitable hostess.
Mom husband immediately found something to pick on, but I took it philosophically, I did not even doubt that it would be, just hoped that she at least the first day look around. The weekend passed quickly – I had to accommodate my mother-in-law, then introduce her to my parents, listen to some very entertaining stories from Max’s childhood.
I hoped that my mother would come to visit us for a week or two, but three weeks had passed, and there were no words on the subject of “I’ve overstayed at your place, it’s time for me to go home,” something did not sound. My husband also did not know about my mother’s plans, but he was not bothered by the situation. My mother-in-law dusted my son off and always made his favorite fried pies.
– I’ll stay here while you live, see how you take care of my son, teach him how to do it right, while I see it upsets me, – said my husband’s mother to me. And then a bucket of complaints was dumped on me about what I was doing wrong.
When I demanded of my husband to talk to my mother and escort her out, Max began to say that she is a mother, and why hurt her, she wants the best, and I really have something to learn from her. We had this discussion for another two weeks, and by that time my mother-in-law had already settled in and was bossing me around as if I had asked her to join her.
I could not bear it any longer and hoped for a miracle. I pointed my mother-in-law to the threshold and asked her to arrange her visits from now on. She was very indignant, Max also tried to roll on me, but only succeeded in getting me sent away with my mother.
And then Max said that if I did not apologize to him and his mother, there would be a divorce. I refused to apologize, and we got divorced very quickly. Thank God I didn’t have the sense to get pregnant by this man.
