When we faced reality after the wedding – loans, rent, lack of stabilization – my mother reached out to us. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/2a129c/620x0/1/0/2025/03/10/no1a3hob1k0w0wkxsdmhyxsyafahnqhzb0nj5y6p.jpg" alt = "man @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (168,136,91.1)" > < p > — Live with me — she said without hesitation.
< p > It was not an easy decision for anyone. Mom moved to a small apartment, giving us this one who built for years.< p > — This is your new beginning — She smiled. & Amp; MDASH; Someday you will repay me.
< p > I did not know then that fate would make me repay in the worst possible way & b.< P >For the first months, everything was going well.
< p > I felt grateful. < p > wife & ndash; not necessarily. < p > — This is not our home — She threw one day when we were at work. & Amp; MDASH; I still feel as if we were guests.< p > — It's just for some time — I calmed her.
< p > sighed.< p > — Maybe it's time to think about something ?
< p > I shrugged.
< p > — We do not have an agent yet on credit.< p > her look m & oacute; I had everything.
< p > — Maybe we don't, but your mother has. < p > I thought he was joking. < p > did not joke.< p > — She should rewrite this apartment for you — She said one evening, based on the kitchen countertop.
< p > — It's her property. < P >& Amp; MDASH; Exactly! And what if one day he takes them ? and we will stay on the street ?< p > I looked at her in disbelief.
< p > — After all, my mother gave them to us.
< p > — But not on paper — threw cold. < p > I couldn't believe what I hear. < p > Over the next weeks, my wife said that I should think about our future. < p > under pressure, contrary to myself, I started talking to my mother about rewriting the apartment. < p > did not want. < p > — Son, you don't need a document to know that this place is yours. < p > but the wife did not give up.< p > until she finally got her.
< p > The apartment was ours.
< p > Mama moved to an even smaller apartment.Then the wife began the m∓ oacute; with renovation.
< p > — It all needs to be adapted to us.
< p > & adapt; < p > and this meant one thing: get rid of everything that reminded my mother. < p > changed curtains, curtains, furniture.< p > and then it came to my mother.
< p > — She should no longer come to us so often — announced. < p > — What ? — I looked at her shocked. & Amp; MDASH; This is my mother! < p > — And so what ? now is our home.< p > I didn't want to believe, but my wife just cut me off from a person who gave us everything.
< p > A I ?
< p > I let her. < p > I watched my mother leave, with a smile, which & oacute; ry hid b & oacute; < p > — It is important that you are happy, son — she said quietly. < p > I wasn't. < p > and I was never supposed to be.