When others said that they could not get along with my husband’s family, I did not believe it. I was fine with his parents, but most likely it was because we almost immediately after the wedding we moved 2,000 km away from them.
I didn’t even have time to get acquainted with my “mom”. We got acquainted at the wedding, then lived in their apartment for a week, but I did more shopping and packing. Then we moved, my husband is in the military, what can I do.
We lived there for 10 years. Then I got lucky! They sent me back to my home country. It was really not very pleasant news for me, I settled down there already, they gave me a good apartment, and I was expecting my third child. But it can’t be helped. My husband promised that that’s all, we’ll stay there.
I gave birth in my hometown. A year later I got pregnant again. It was very unplanned, I wasn’t ready, but we always wanted a big family, so we didn’t even think twice. When I was already pregnant, my “mom” was there to “help” me. Every now and then she came to visit, but instead of helping me, she just sat around drinking tea and giving me directions.
I didn’t pay much attention to things that involved cleaning and household chores. But when she touched the subject of child-rearing, I boiled over like a kettle. I was uncomfortable to realize that the woman who does not really know me, has not seen me for 10 years and knows her grandchildren only by pictures – gives me orders.
And then, when I was already eight months pregnant, said:
“You’re definitely having a girl!”
And we wanted a girl, as it were three sons! So I asked with a smile:
“What makes you think that?”
“You’ve grown older, swollen, and your face is all swollen up. The girl has taken the rest of your beauty.”
“Thank you, of course… I’ve been puffy like this in every pregnancy.”
“Not every pregnancy.”
“What makes you say that? You only saw me in a picture when I was pregnant.”
“Don’t argue with me. I have a son, and I was a beauty, everyone said that I glow. You’re scary to look at. Puffed up like you’re full of water. And my feet don’t even fit in a hobble anymore.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t tell her it wasn’t about the sex of the baby, but the fact that I was 39 years old. And she gave birth to my husband at 19, at that age everybody is a flower, pregnant or not. She has repeatedly hinted at the fact that I am ugly, ugly, etc. My husband put a stop to all this talk. And by the way, my son was born…
