Taken from life. “My mother is terrible”: she manipulates my children to hate me

I used to think that the worst betrayal was the betrayal of my husband. That nothing hurts more than disappointing in love.

< p > I was wrong.

< p > The greatest betrayal came from a person who should be support for me.

< p > from my mother.

< p > began innocently.

< p > — Honey, maybe the children will spend my weekend ? — She asked one day.

< p > I was tired, busy, so I agreed. What can happen ? it's their grandmother.

< p > I didn't know yet that every minute spent in her house would be against me.

< p > — Mom always screams, grandmother m & oacute; wi that she should not do that.

< p > — Mom is an egoist, grandmother M & oacute; wi, that she does not care about us as she should.

< p > — Grandma m & oacute; wi that if we could, we would live with her.

< p > my heart was squeezing with b & oacute; when I listened to these words < p > I started noticing how children look at me differently. How old sparks of joy go out when they returned home.

< p > once ran to me with open arms.

< p > Now they looked at me suspiciously.

< p > — Mom, what do you m & oacute; wsz ? & mdash; I asked her one day when I came for children.

< p > smiled slightly, as if she didn't understand what I meant.

< p > — Truth, honey. Only the truth. < p > — What truth ?! < p > sighed theatrically.

< p > — That you are overworked, that you always have more important things than they do. That you used to be different & hellip;

< p > I clenched my fists.

< p > — They are my children. < p > — And I am their grandmother. And at least I give them warm. < p > that evening my children did not want to hug good night

< p > for the first time in my life I felt that I was no longer the most important for them.

< p > that someone is slowly taking away their love.

< p > someone I trusted the most.

< p > my own mother.