I sat in the living room, clenching my hands on a cup of tea, which has long ago cooled down. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/fee7e4/620x0/1/0/2025/01/25/zuk9ad4rfp4o7pbi4xqe9azco9zco9pkrkdgjn0ur7tt.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (178,176,162.0.53)" > < p > m & oacute; Jeri stood by the window, cold, indifferent.
< p > — This is her decision.
< p > His words echoed in my head. < p > — But it's unfair! < p > sighed as if I were a child who & oacute; re understand that such life is simply.< p > — She always preferred my brother. It's nothing new.
< p > I looked at him and could not understand it.< p > It wasn't even about money.
< p > It was not about the ground, home, savings.
< p > It was about once again she decided that she was not worth anything.
< p > A on & hellip; He took it calmly. < p > his brother was perfect.< p > older. Wiser. Successive.
< p > Mother has always loved him.< p > he was bought the best clothes, he was praised at every family ceremony.
< p > she was a mother for him who supports< p > m & oacute; ju husband ?
< P >Always in the shade.
< p > and now, when the mother -in -law wrote a will, she confirmed what he knew all her life. < p > that he never counted for her.< p > — You are not going to talk to her ? — I asked, although I knew the answer.
< p > smiled bitterly.< p > — And why ? that I would hear that my brother deserved more ~ 63 ~ that he would work better ?
< p > — But you have always been with her when he wasn't there. You looked after her when she was sick.
< p > shrugged.< p > — She never noticed it anyway.
< p > I felt sick.
< p > How can you just accept being invalid ? < p > How can you come to terms with rejection ?< p > — What if your brother throws us ? if this house sells us ?
< P >& Amp; MDASH; Then we will go somewhere else.
< p > — But it's unfair! < p > looked at me with fatigue.< p > — Do not fight for something that has never been ours.
< p > I knew that I would not change his thinking.
< p > because he learned all his life that he didn't deserve.
< p > that he has no right to anger, to regret, to rebellion. < p > but I wasn't like him. < p > I couldn't leave it like that. < p > I went to my mother -in -law the next day.< p > Sit in her favorite chair, cold as always.
< p > — I wanted to talk about a will.
< p > — You don't have the right to do so.
< p > I clenched my teeth. < p > — M & oacute; ju husband.< p > — TW & oacute; Jer has what he deserved.
< p > her eyes shone with icy confidence.< p > — Tw & oacute; j brother has always been smarter, responsible. I always knew that he would manage his life well.
< p > — A second son ?
< p > — He will manage.
< p > I felt something in me.< p > — You don't see how much you hurt him ?
< p > her face did not even move.
< p > — He has become accustomed a long time ago.
< p > I returned home desperate.
< p > m & oacute; Je my husband was waiting for me, although I knew that he did not want to listen to what his mother said.
< p > — You were right. This is not our fight. < p > looked at me with relief.< p > but it was not a relief of winning.
< p > It was a loser relief, which & oacute; ry no longer has to fight.< p > and then I realized that the rejection does not hurt the most.
< p > The most hurt to get used to him.