I looked at my husband, waiting for him to finally say something. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/01411b/620x0/1/0/2025/03/12/ibgosgpirfivzaonmksonmksmtuCrwwwufykx1eat79t6.jpg" alt = "village @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (167,175,154,1)" > < p > We sat at the table at the house of his parent & oacute; and my mother -in -law stared at me with a cool eyes.
< p > — You have to help, not live the way you live — she said harshly, pouring teas.< p > & & ampquo; live the way you live. & Amp; rdquo;
< p > or like ?
< p > that is in its own way ?
< p > I didn't want to live in the countryside.
< p > I didn't imagine our life after marriage. < P > We had plans. We wanted to develop professionally, maybe someday buy a small apartment in the city.< p > I did not think that the in -laws would plan our future for us.
< p > — Mom, but & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; The husband started, but his father hit his hand at the st 'oacute; ł.< p > — No & ale; but & rdquo;! The house stands empty, the farm requires hands to work. This is your future.
< p > not ours. Their. < p > they decided that our future should look as they want. < p > that we should quit everything and live in a house that was not ours at all.< p > — But we have other plans & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; I dared to say.
< p > mother -in -law snorted.< p > — What ? life in the city, in a cramped flat, with a loan for 30 years ? and work in the office for funny money ?
< p > I looked at my husband, looking for support in him.
< p > was silent. < p > if he has already made a decision ?< p > The next day we returned to our rented apartment in silence.
< p > — What now ? — I asked quietly. < p > — I don't know — sighed. < p > but I saw that he knows. < p > I knew he would not say & ampquo; no & rdquo; to your parents. < p > I knew that deep down I feel obliged that he could not refuse &< p > and that if I love him, I will have to give up everything.
< p > Only if love is enough to love the life, which & oacute; never wanted ?