The family should be a support. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/4dc683/620x0/1/0/2025/04/26/o2jsnob2oofzue1q2q21oeafgasqd1ki61nurbbntq.jpg" alt = "old lady @pexels" Style = "background-color: rgba (98.86.53.1)" > < p > I always thought so. Until the day, when it turned out that for some & family family ties mean not love, but claims.
< p > mother -in -law for years made it clear that her needs are the most important. First, minor requests, then more and more demands: come more often, repair TV, ZR & oacute; b shopping, deal with a doctor. I understood this & ndash; After all, old age can be cruel. We supported her as we could. But one day she crossed the border.
< p > with tea, completely without announcement, she said:< p > & ndash; Son, you should move in to me. I'm older, I can't be alone. Your duty is to look after me.
< p > I froze. I looked at my husband, expecting at least a shadow of protest, at least one attention about our cooperation with our family, about our family. I waited that he would say & ampquo; we will talk & rdquo; or & we will think about & rdquo;. That he will remember that we have our own home, our own children, our own life.
< p > but m & oacute; ju husband & hellip; < br /> he got up from the table, embraced me and said something that I will never forget: < /p > < p > & ndash; Mom, I love you, but I have my family. My wife, my children, m & oacute; j house. I can support you, help you, be with you, but I won't leave my life. I did not turn around from a woman who was with me in the worst moments. And she survived everything with me. And now she is my family.
< p > mother -in -law did not answer with a word. In her eyes I saw tears & ndash; anger, regret, maybe powerlessness. But M & Amp; Oacute; Jer, did not withdraw his words. He took my hand and we left. < p > and then I understood what it means to be really loved. < br /> not when it is easy. < br /> but when someone chooses you despite everything. < /p >