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< p > I know today that she did not want to host us. She wanted to subordinate us.

< P >At first it was kind.

< p > soup on the table, fresh bedding, smiles.

< p > but after a week it started:

< p > — Do not put a cup there, there will be a stain.

< p > — Why are you coming back from work so p & oacute; ^ 63 ~ dinner waited.

< p > — Your mother brought you up so much that you would not sleep & Żka as soon as I get up ?

< p > a m & oacute; ju husband ?

< p > silent.

< p > or m & oacute; wind:

< p > — Oh, mom is already like that. Do not worry.

< p > only that I stopped being in my own life.

< p > On Sunday, mother -in -law made family dinners.

< p > mandatory.

< p > I couldn't not come.

< p > I could not have a plan & oacute; w.

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< p > I got & ampquo; silence punishment &.

< p > like a child.

< p > like intruder

< p > as a stranger in a place that was to be my home.

< p > The worst was raising our son.

< p > — Don't wear it like that. You will spoil.

< p > — Don't let him eat so much. Gain weight.

< p > — Don't let him cry. The neighbors will talk.

< p > finally said:

< p > — If it depended on me, I would raise him properly.

< p > I froze.

< p > a m & oacute; ju husband ?

< p > silent.

< p > again.

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< p > suitcases. Clothes. Son's toys.

< p > and I thought:

< p > I can't stay here.

< p > because it's not home.

< p > This is a life under someone's roof, where everything I have

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116