When I got married, I thought it was the beginning of my life together – mine and his. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/7029d7/620x0/1/0/2024/12/31/pcpvshcg4onj3ux3uxqbxcsmi0ykx88gvuikae8bmz8.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (134,132,123.1)" > < p > I did not think that I would have to share this relationship with the third person who will take my spok to me every day, confidence and the feeling that I am & hellip; sufficient.
< p > my mother -in -law. Seemingly smiling, cordial woman.< p > at the beginning M & oacute; Wiła: < br />< br /> & amp. “I am glad that you are with us.” & < br /> ~ & ampash; & bdquo; after all, someone decent with my son. &
< p > but a week after the wedding the comments began:
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; so you give potatoes ? maybe next time the gear is human. ” & AMP; BDQUO; with a child you need to be more careful. I wouldn't do that. & this dinner ? no c & oacute; Ż & hellip; In my time & oacute; it was a different kitchen. “&
< p > cut my wings every day.
< P >Every day she received the certainty that I was a good wife, mother, woman.
< p > a m & oacute; ju husband ?< p > instead of setting boundaries, he defended her.
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Oh, mother just yes m & oacute; wi. & AMP; BDQUO; do not overdo it, she cares. ” & AMP; BDQUO; After all, it's your imagination, there is no bad intentions. “&
one day, after I heard that & I hold a child like a potato bag & rdquo;, I could not stand.
< p > I got up from the table and said:< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; Please stop judging me. This is my child, m & oacute; j house and my life. Please respect it. & Amp;
< p > mother -in -law got up, outraged.
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You see what tone ? and I just wanted a pom & oacute; c! &
< p > a m & oacute; ju husband ?
< p > instead of hugging me and standing on my side, he said:
< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; You had to not start. < p > then something broke in me. Not only through her. By him.
< p > I started to locate myself. I was getting less and less M & Amp; Oacute; I laughed less and less often. I felt invisible. < p > until one day I looked in the mirror and asked myself: Is it worth being in a marriage in which & oacute; rhym I have to constantly prove my value ?~ 60 > < p > I didn't leave. Not yet. But I set boundaries. < p > I told my husband:< p > — & AMP; BDQUO; If you want to live with my mother, live. But I want to have a partner, not a lawyer of someone else's harm. ” < p > I don't know what will happen next.
< p > but I know that I will never let someone else's voice be more important than mine. < p > even if this someone is mother -in -law.< p > even if this voice bears a familiar surname.