Taken from life. “Mother -in -law does not let me live normally”: every morning it is with us from us. In her opinion, I do everything wrong

The doorbell rang like a sentence. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/79a6a9/620x0/1/0/2025/02/23/uy2xpjleel444z0jbi6GH9GSFVVUW0CHcyiiopcdjpbb.jpg.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; mother -in -law does not give me a normally live & quot; styles = "background-color: rgba (204,197,186,1)" > < p > I looked at my watch. 08:00. Punctually.

< p > I took a deep breath and opened the door.

< p > — Good morning, dear! & Amp; MDASH; The mother -in -law entered the apartment, as if it were her property.

< p > I didn't invite her. I never had to.

< p > she always came anyway.

< p > at the beginning I thought he wanted us to be a pom & c.

< p > that he just misses his son.

< p > but in time I understood the truth.

< p > did not come to help.

< p > came to rule.

< p > — And what is the mess ? — She asked, looking at the living room.

< p > — I cleaned yesterday — I answered, feeling a growing voltage.

< p > — I think weak, because the dust can be seen on furniture.

< p > I sighed.

< p > — I can make you coffee ?

< p > — If you can do it properly.

< P >In the kitchen opened cabinets and moved the dishes.

< p > — Plates should stand here, and here cups. You have a complete chaos.

< p > — This is M & Amp; J House, I set everything as I feel comfortable & mdash; I answered, pr & oacute; becating.

< p > — But M&P; Oacute; J son lives here! & Amp; MDASH; She said indignantly. & Amp; MDASH; So I have something to say.

< p > I clenched my fists. < p > did she really think that ?

< p > Then came the time for cooking.

< p > — You do this dish again ? Marek never liked him!

< p > — You myself m & oacute; that he liked & hellip;

< p > — Well, but I cooked differently.

< p > I took a deep breath. < p > Each day was a test of my patience.

< p > Each morning began with her criticism.

< p > and I couldn't stand it anymore.

< p > in the evening I told Mark:

< p > — Your mother must stop coming every day.

< p > looked at me surprised.

< p > — But why ?

< p > — Because I can't live normally!

< p > For a moment he was silent. < p > — You know, she does it because he is worried < p > — Dead ? Does he wants to control our lives ?

< p > — You exaggerate.

< p > I exaggerate ?

< p > so I was the problem.

< p > the next day came again.

< p > at 8:00. Punctually.

< p > This time I didn't open the door. < p > I heard her steps behind the wall.

< p > The bell rang again and again.

< p > and I stood on the other side and I knew one thing:

< p > If I let her, I will never have my own life.