I am a young mom, sitting at home with a child, while my mother-in-law, being a pensioner, works hard. We live with my husband, while there is no money for a mortgage. I don’t like to sit on my relatives’ necks, but while the child is small, I take care of him, and, of course, of my husband’s whole family. I can safely call myself a slave Izaura, since I’ve been working since I was 14, and I’m already tired of everyday work. My mother-in-law looks at my “rest” angrily, does not like when I put things in order in her room. My mother-in-law is particularly annoyed by my frequent stay in the kitchen. Then cook dinner, then make a mixture for the child.
In the 2 years that we have been living with Kolya’s mother, I have turned into a red-hot coal. It boiled up to such an extent that I decided to invite a friend to visit, so that at least someone could complain about the evil “stepmother”. We decided to have a drink, at that time I was no longer feeding the baby. They took the child for a walk and put him to bed. We had just settled comfortably with Natasha in the kitchen when the mobile phone rang. The “sweet” mother felt that I was not alone. After talking to her for a couple of minutes and saying that a friend came to see me, I put the phone aside. I just forgot to press “hang up”. You can imagine what happened next.
The clever mother-in-law was left hanging on the phone because I didn’t switch off. And then, as luck would have it, I broke through! After drinking a glass of champagne in one gulp, I burst into tears on Natasha’s chest. The most abusive words addressed to the mother-in-law and her son were used. I was telling a friend how much I hate my mother-in-law and my incompetent husband, who is not able to earn money. She told me how they hurt me, and I, like a fool, try to do everything at home, I don’t go anywhere, I don’t communicate with anyone. In general, I gave out my grief in full. And at this time, the mother-in-law heard everything. I don’t know how much it was enough, but my first phrases were enough to put me at the bottom of my already miserable life.
Half an hour before the arrival of the relatives, I escorted Natasha out to have time to clean up the kitchen. My head ached, the child was constantly crying, everything annoyed me, I really wanted to close my eyes to everything and go to bed. But these were only flowers compared to what happened next. I had no time to sit down on the sofa and relax when my husband and mother came. I was told from the doorstep that I had 24 hours to pack and move to my parents. I didn’t even have time to ask what happened. My mother-in-law, spitting saliva, screamed in my face that she had heard all my stories on the phone. I didn’t even understand at first, I thought maybe the wiretap was where it was in the apartment. It was only after Maman’s angry speeches that it dawned on me that I hadn’t disconnected from the conversation.
Care in English, divorce in Italian
The world collapsed, I fell into the abyss, from where there was simply no way out. I asked for forgiveness, but no one wanted to listen to me. My husband shouted that he hated me and the child, whom for some reason he considered not his own (probably his mother-in-law sang songs). Tired of the scandal, I packed up the child, and, ordering a taxi, went to my parents. They called there and told everything. My parents were shocked at first, but then they set a gorgeous table and decided to celebrate my “liberation”.
I thank my parents that they supported me in a difficult moment, and were glad that I was with them again. A month later I went to work, my mother was sitting with the baby. Dad took it upon himself to pick up all the things from her husband’s house. Six months later, we divorced with a terrible scandal. Now, until I find a man like my dad, I won’t get married. And in parting, I will give everyone a good advice: before you condemn someone, do not forget to turn off your phone!