The beginning of this story dates back to the first month of dating, when it was already clear that the relationship did not go well. Some childish whims, reproaches, tantrums out of the blue, and so on.
My husband and I have been together for 4 years, there is a child-2 years, in a house that is in shared ownership, half of the husband bought, half of the mother-in-law donated. We try like everyone else, we don’t depend on anyone, we both work. Everything would be fine. Only his mother often comes to us ostensibly to the garden, and thereby creates a nervous atmosphere in the house.
At first I tried to compromise, helped with the housework, gave gifts, thought that everything would be fine, like people, but my mother-in-law apparently didn’t want it that way.
About six months after our war, she and her father-in-law once again came to visit us, my husband was at work, I was with my son, and she decided to quarrel with me on the grounds of cleanliness in the house, the father-in-law was silent, although he could not be called a father-in-law, since my husband is a stepfather, I then did not answer anythingI didn’t want to spoil the day completely.
They rarely came to us 1-2 times a month, this is if not the summer season, in the warm season they practically live with us. And so, during the next month’s break, they decided to please us with their visit, to look at their grandson.
For the first time in years, they brought him a toy and fruit, they didn’t have time to sit down at the table, she immediately suffered, the child is sick-a bad mother, the husband is sick-you look bad, a lot of toys, the boy’s clothes are the wrong color, the salad is tasteless, meat too, it’s time to give mayonnaise to the child and a bunch of everything.Being already in a state of compressed spring, I tried to gently turn the conversation in another direction, and asked not to meddle in our family affairs. And then it started, but I’m nobody, I live at the expense of her son, I didn’t achieve anything myself and would never have been able if it wasn’t for my husband. The father-in-law has been silent all this time, he is a little afraid of her husband.
And then I just blew up, for all the time of patience with her empty accusations and reproaches, I gave her: How you both got me! Finish your tea and it’s time and honor to know! If you don’t know how to communicate respectfully, then we won’t.
I wrapped them their gifts back and escorted them out.
Now I don’t know if it’s right or not?