When our son was born, we were happy. Our relatives were happy, too, but our grandmother, after congratulating us, added: “You should also have a daughter.” We did not pay much attention to what she said, just being very happy about the birth of our desired son. Life turned out in such a way that we could not have any more children.
We put all our efforts into bringing up our son, tried to raise him to be a very even and clever guy, infinitely kind. But my grandmother kept repeating, “Your son will be with you only until the wedding, and your daughter until the very end.
I didn’t care much for her words, because I was convinced that everything depended on upbringing, and gender had nothing to do with it. If a boy grows up with all the necessary positive qualities, he will never leave his parents. The years passed. I buried my husband. My son found a bride and got married.
We conferred and decided that the young couple must live apart from me. That was fine with me, but I had no idea how rarely we would see each other now, or even call each other.
My daughter-in-law had been very nice to me before the wedding. But just six months after becoming my official wife, she managed to turn my child against me completely. It got to the point where my son only calls me for a minute. And very rarely.
This really hurts and hurts me, because I tried to give my son everything, devoted my life to him. And in the end my grandmother is right. “Son before his marriage.”
There is almost no warm feelings and connection left between us. The son communicates only with his wife’s mother. They take her somewhere, visit her, spend whole weekends at her house. I can’t understand how a stranger could replace me so quickly. Maybe I did something wrong.
