2024-04-04 04:55:24
I wouldn’t call my husband Lesha a mama’s boy. On the contrary, he is an independent person who knows how to make informed decisions, earns good money, and is responsible. In short, an adult and accomplished man. And with my mother, that is, my mother-in-law, he just has a warm relationship.
There is no dependence as such; he does not look into her mouth when she speaks. Just a mother and son loving each other, nothing more. And this makes me happy. Do you think my husband is jealous of his mother-in-law? No. I support family ties!
But my relationship with Galina Petrovna recently almost deteriorated. The reason for this was the key to our apartment, given to my mother-in-law so that she might water the flowers. We were going to warm our bellies for a week in hot Egypt, and the old ladies made a duplicate.
“Galina Petrovna,” I said before leaving, “this is from the upper castle, this is from the lower one.” Come visit us while we are away and see if everything is in order with the apartment. Water the flowers, feed the fish. Well, you know.
– I know, otherwise. Of course, I’ll come in,” Petrovna looked at me with the warmth of a mother, “Don’t worry, Natasha.”
I wasn’t worried – I spent my holiday having a blast and returned in high spirits. And then… life went on as usual. Work, home, sleep. But it began to seem to me that there were… ghosts in our apartment.
It’s as if things in the evening are not where we leave them in the morning. My husband also noticed, but chalked it up to overwork. I agreed – it’s better this way!
And then one day I come home early. It’s Friday, I’ve finished all my work in the office. I told my boss that there was no need to bother me until Monday and she drove off. So, I open the door and see in the hallway… my mother-in-law’s shoes. Her autumn raincoat is on the hanger. She herself sits in the kitchen, looking at our utility bills.
Instantly everything fell into place. There are no ghosts at all – it’s just not the first time my mother-in-law has visited our home while we are working.
– Galina Petrovna, what are you doing here?!
“Oh, Natasha,” the mother-in-law jumped up in her chair in surprise. – Why are you so early today?!
– I’m fine today. When I want, then I come to my home. What are you doing here?!
– Yes, I came to see how you live. And, you know, I have a lot of comments for you.
With these words, Petrovna went to the refrigerator and, opening it, stared at me thoughtfully. Then she stomped into the living room and, with the same look, pointed to the small specks of dust lying on the laminate flooring.
– AND? What do you want to say?
– I want to say that you are a useless housewife. Why is there no soup? Where’s the meat? What does your husband even eat?! Sorry, but I married him to you as a healthy, well-fed man. What did you turn it into?
– This is how we mostly eat in restaurants… Or we order it home. What’s wrong?
– It’s wildly expensive! Plus it’s harmful. So. I’m coming back next week to have the fridge stocked with homemade cooking. And to do the cleaning. You’ve started everything, you’re breathing dust…
I was overwhelmed with such indignation, I became even more scared. Grandma was given the keys so that she might water the cactus in our absence, and she began to climb around the refrigerator with inspections. I wanted to throw Petrovna out in a rude manner, but I changed my mind – it wasn’t enough to inadvertently ruin the relationship with my husband.
– Key! Now!
– Why are you yelling? – my mother-in-law was taken aback by my sharp exclamation.
– I’m at home! I want to scream! The key is here quickly!
– Okay, okay… – Petrovna with a trembling hand put the keys to the apartment on the dressing table in the hallway.
– And so that this doesn’t happen once more. If you try to control our lives once more, I’ll tell Leshka. He will scold you even more harshly than me.
– Oh, no, don’t tell him, he’ll be nervous…
“That’s what I’m talking regarding,” I suddenly felt sorry for the old lady, because she wanted the best, albeit with her “Soviet” flavor. – Galina Petrovna, we live well. We earn enough not to cook. You won’t understand!
– Perhaps… Okay, Natasha, I’m sorry. I did not mean to offend you. Sorry.
With these words, the old woman slowly left, shuffling with her boots. There was a lump in my throat. “Why am I doing this?!”, a thought flashed through. She rushed following Petrovna.
“Here, take this,” I said to my mother-in-law near the elevator, handing over the keys to the apartment. – Any time, please.
– Come on, no need…
– Take it. Just don’t need to “inspect” us. Agreed?
– Agreed!
The next day I found a pot of hot borscht on the stove. There was a note nearby: “Tell Leshka what you cooked yourself, he will be pleased!”
This is another matter. Instead of criticizing, you need to help. Or at least not to interfere…
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