When I got married, I was convinced that we would create a relationship based on partnership. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/f0728e/620x0/1/0/2024/12/21/av6rmoz60soz5y2vgh alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (129,129,129.1)" > < P > WSP; Oacute; Mutual support. Respect.
< p > but I quickly realized that in our marriage there is another woman who will always stand in front of me & ndash; His mother. < p > at the beginning I did not want to do a problem.< p > I thought: & ampquo; this is his mother. It is normal that it counts with her. & Amp;
< p > but over time its presence became a shadow, which & ry r & oacute; over our every decision.
< p > how to arrange a flat ? & ndash; & AMP; BDquo; Mama m & oacute; that the walls in the kitchen should be white. ” < p > what name for a child ? & ndash; & AMP; Bdquo; Mama thinks that modern names are funny. “&< p > where on vacation ? & ndash; & AMP; BDquo; Mama M & AMP; Oacute; Wi, that on the sea, dear and boring. & rdquo;
< p > When I dared to propose something of my own, I heard from my husband: < br /> & amp. & AMP; BDQUO; Maybe give yourself a sup; Mom knows better. & Amp;
< P >& Amp; MDASH; & AMP; BDQUO; But it's our life & hellip; & rdquo; & Amp; MDASH; pr & oacute; I bound.
< p > and he just moved his arms.
< p > as if I was a guest, not a wife.
< p > The worst was after the birth of the son.
< p > I wanted to breastfeed him – The mother -in -law said that & ampquo; the bottle is more convenient &.< p > I wanted to sleep with a child in one room & ndash; she: & bdquo; is pampering &.
< p > I wanted to introduce my rules at home.< p > A on ?
< p > — & bdquo; mom, what do you think ? &
< p > always. In each case.
< p > A my opinion ?< p > did not matter.
< p > I wasn't a wife. I was an addition to him and his mother.
< p > One evening we sat at the table.< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; We need to set boundaries. ” & Amp; MDASH; I said.
< p > looked at me with cold. < p > — & AMP; BDQUO; If you don't like it, what my mother m & oacute; then you should think about whether you fit this family in the fire. ” < p > these words hit me more than any earlier. < p > because then I understood:< p > I am not his family. His mother is. And I & Hellip; I am only the one who disturbs
< p > I didn't leave right away. But something went out in me. I started to silence. Do not propose. Don't dream. Because why dream, since someone else will decide what my life should look like ?
< p > Today I am learning to know & in m & oacute; in my own voice. I don't know yet if this voice will be heard in this house. But I know one thing: I don't want to be a woman who listened to someone else's reviews all her life, ignoring her own heart.