Taken from life. “After losing my husband, his parents lived with me”: my life turned into a nightmare

At that time I didn't understand what that meant. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/e06daf/620x0/1/0/2024/11/11/kosypjvcqa5g0ffjcuqmqmmd9uwelmeyxdj6fer.jpg" alt = "widow @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (81.74.52.1)" > < p > I remember this day perfectly. I sat at the table in a black dress, with my eyes swollen, when my mother -in -law took my hand and said:

< p > — Don't worry, honey. We will not leave you alone.

< p > I didn't understand what it means yet.

< p > A few weeks after the funeral, they began to get more and more often that & bdquo; they have nothing to come back to & that & bdquo; was also the house of their son & rdquo; that & bdquo; family should stay together in difficult moments &.

< p > and then they just moved in.

< p > without a question, no prejudice. One day I opened the door and saw it with suitcases.

< p > — This will be better for everyone — he declared his father -in -law as if the decision had been made a long time ago.

< p > I had no strength to protest.

< P >I was in mourning, PR 'Oacute; I was somehow to put my life to put together. But their presence meant that instead of treating wounds, I lived in constant tension.

< p > first began to make changes at home.

< p > — This table has always stood elsewhere — m & oacute; mother -in -law, moving furniture.

< p > — Tw & oacute; Jer would never agree to this — He added my father -in -law when I was bold to cook something that they did not know.

< p > I felt like I lose my space every day. How I lose myself. < p > and then the accusations came.

< p > — If you took care of our son's health more, maybe he would still live & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; She threw her mother -in -law one evening when I refused food.

< p > — You didn't respect him as you should — He added my father -in -law, looking at me with disappointment. < p > I ran out of air for the first time.

< p > not only took my husband life, but now I became guilty.

< p > I felt like an intruder in my own home. Like a guest in life, which & oacute; re belonged to me.

< p > until one day, when I was & oacute; I saw that they replaced the castle in my bedroom. < p > — Now this room & oacute; j will be for us. This is enough for you, this little bedroom at the end of the corridor — announced her mother -in -law.

< p > It was the moment when something burst in me.

< p > I did not raise my voice. I didn't scream. I just took the suitcase and left.

< p > I don't know what they said when Wr & Amp; Oacute; Cili to an empty house. < p > but I know one. < p > The fact that I left them everything was the first decision in months, which I made for myself.