My mother has a peculiar perception of the world. She successfully married my father and never worked a day in her life.
She took care of herself, sometimes raised my sister and me, but her main calling was to inspire my father to do great things.
It was in inspiring her husband that she saw the main purpose in a woman's life. My mother received an artistic education, but she never worked in her life. She painted occasionally for her own pleasure, but that was all. She didn't have to think about her daily bread.
My father was the breadwinner. We had a family model where my father was smart and my mother was beautiful. They joked about it, not me. My father decided on all the important things, my mother chose a point on the map where she wanted to go on vacation, she didn't do anything more complicated. My sister and I were also raised in an original way.
My mother didn't care about our grades. She thought school was a necessary evil that you just had to endure. The most important thing for a woman is to be a muse, to reveal her femininity and find a man who will adore her, and that's exactly what she and my father managed to do. My older sister shared my mother's point of view.
She was a poor student, but she also went to dance and music school, and she learned to draw from my mother. I was just the black sheep of the family. I never understood my mother's worldview. The first question that came up when my mother talked about a successful marriage was: what happens if the husband leaves for another woman or dies? Of course it's possible. My mother didn't have the answer to these questions, so she simply rolled her eyes and put her hands to her temples, showing how much my questions bothered her.
My sister was forced into marriage at the age of twenty-one. She can afford not to work, devoting all her energy to inspiring her husband, who takes care of family matters and business. From my mother's perspective, my older daughter is doing everything right.
Well, I got married at the age of twenty-two to my former classmate. A guy from an ordinary family, without fabulous wealth, just with personal potential and the desire to take his place in this world. We rented an apartment, saved up for our own, lived within our means. I also work, wanting to have a career, not be an interior decorator.
My husband and I split the household chores in half, as is usual in a family. We both work, we both take care of the house, and there is no division into smart and beautiful. I try to communicate as little as possible with my mother and sister, because they never miss an opportunity to complain about my wasted life.
It's a nightmare — a woman works, gets up early in the morning, and in the evening also stands at the dishes or sink! Did my mother teach me that? What annoys me the most is my sister's hypocrisy. She visited me several times with carefully covered bruises on her face and wrists. It's obvious that her family life is not as sweet as that of her mother, to whom her father never raised his voice.
Who will support a woman who has devoted her entire life to “inspiration”? She certainly doesn't have such an entry in her work register, nor does she have a work register. She will have to eat, dress and pay for utilities. Who will support her? Maybe an older daughter who can't even feed herself without a husband? I doubt it.
For some reason I think this responsibility will fall on my shoulders, and I wouldn't want that. I hope my parents live long and happily. That will be the best ending to my mother's life fairy tale.
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