Hello, today I would like to tell you a story that happened to me twenty-five years ago. Of course, it is very strange that I am remembering it now. Many of you will probably think to yourselves, “What a fool she is after all.
But I suppose there are a lot of different life situations in the world, and it’s not for you to judge me. So here it is, read it or not. Now my husband and I can’t even imagine how our lives would have turned out if we had decided differently at the time.
It so happened that when I graduated from high school I did not go to higher education. My battle for a bed in the student dormitory was lost. And so, to somehow mitigate his defeat, I decided to go to stay in the village.
There I met my future husband. Our rapid acquaintance developed so quickly that before long we were filing a registration application with the district registry office. And all because we were very much alike.
Our common interests converged: in music, filmography, and even in creative aspects. Isn’t that romantic? That’s why I stayed with my grandmother longer than planned. I even found myself a suitable job there. So we began slowly to equip their own household. That’s just I had, as it turned out later, one problem – my “favorite” mother-in-law.
My husband, brought up by his mother. And just the first passerby she was not going to give his only comfort in life.
At first she was just at me, something about herself. And once, when she accidentally overheard that we were going to live separately from her, came and slapped me in the face. I still remember it to this day. My husband, of course, constantly defended me in front of her, but it did not soften my mother-in-law.
Yes, she was a bitch. So “lucky” is lucky. You don’t wish that on your enemy. Oh, come on. Soon, on the eve of our celebration my mother came to meet her. Well, everything as usual – you know. I guess that’s where all this horror started.
I certainly didn’t expect this from her. She started yelling at us, saying that my mother and I were not only to blame for wanting to take away her only offspring.
And the fact that we were going to ruin her whole life. And then she poured all kinds of shit on us. And after that, which threw me even more perplexed, was the fact that my husband and I allegedly have one father in common. Here my husband could not stand it any longer and went to call the sanitary unit, to calm down a little mommy. Otherwise, really already pathetic to watch. My mother took offense at this “warm” welcome and we left for the city.
A couple of days later she came to us with her mother, who apologized to us, and said that she had a migraine. And that’s why she was so angry and irritable. Everything she said that night she just made it up. We listened and accepted all the apologies they made. A couple of days later you had a big wedding. We live with my husband to this day.
But it was only now, after all these years, that all sorts of vague doubts suddenly began to creep into my soul. What if what my late mother-in-law said was true. It was just a strange way she had apologized.
I remembered all this because my husband and I were thrown back to the places of our youth, because we had an unexpected inheritance – a distant relative of my husband died on my father’s side.
That’s why we had to go and dispose of the inheritance.
Of course, I am trying to banish all these thoughts from my head. But for some reason they just won’t come out of my head. And what am I supposed to do in a situation like this, suggest to my husband to do a DNA test and find out about everything. I can already see my husband’s face when I tell him about this. I’m sure he’ll think I’m some kind of freak or something worse.
What would happen if it really turned out that we had more than just marital ties. How am I supposed to live with that? I wonder what you would do in my situation.
