Taken from life. “The mother -in -law came to us for a few weeks”: I didn't know that he would never come out again

When she crossed the threshold of our apartment, she smiled broadly. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/cef3dc/620x0/1/0/2025/02/23/uhdgtxmkx9mfxqjmcmcmcmcccdbx4mhxgwzfozf.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (34,34,34.0.5)" > < p > — It's just for a moment, honey! & Amp; MDASH; She said, kissing me on the cheek and unbuttoning the coat.

< p > I looked at my husband.

< p > & bdquo; only a few weeks & rdquo;, promised me earlier.

< p > I was naive.

~ P > I didn't know that never again. < p > began innocently.

< p > — Honey, maybe it's better for towels to be organized differently ?

< p > — Oh, these potatoes are a bit too hard, I always cooked them differently.

< p > — This is how you iron shirts ? lawsuit & oacute; l, I will do it better.

< p > I watched in silence how slowly he took control of my house.

< p > but I still believed that it was temporary.

< p > passed a month.

< p > began to decide what we eat for dinner.

< P >Began to change the furniture setting.

She began to get her husband, how to dress.

< p > and then the m & oacute; how to treat him as I should treat him.

< p > — You know, m & oacute; j Mareczek likes how to wake him in the morning coffee to & Żka.

< p > — Mareczek never liked such pasta, I always cooked another.

< p > — You know, honey, you can learn to be a better wife.

< p > — When my mother returns to himself ? — I asked my husband one evening.

< p > looked at me mixed. < p > — You know & Hellip; I think it's good here. Why should he return to an empty apartment ?

< p > — Because it's our home, not her.

< p > — You exaggerate & hellip;

< p > Yes. I exaggerated.

< p > with time I stopped being a hostess in my own home.

< p > I was a guest.

< p > When I was coming back from work, she was already in the kitchen.

< p > When I wanted to talk to my husband, she was already sitting with him.

< p > When I fell asleep, I felt that she was now governing my life. < p > until I finally said:

< p > — Either she moves out, or me.

< p > my husband looked at me reproachfully.

< p > — How can you force me to such a choice ?

< p > then I understood.

< p > he has already chosen. < p > I packed the suitcase. < p > I looked at the apartment that was once mine.

< p > for a man who was once my husband.

< p > and on his true love & ndash; mother.

< p > — Goodbye, Marek & Amp; MDASH; I said quietly.

< p > no pr & oacute; < p > and I never again got to this house.