З життя
Син скасував весілля через складні стосунки з майбутньою тещею.
На весілля моєму синові не судилося, бо його не влаштувала майбутня теща.
Ми готувалися до свята весілля. Син вирішив зв’язати свою долю з однокурсницею. Але після того, як він побував у дівчини вдома, оголосив, що весілля не буде, бо його вразила поведінка тещі.
Роман з Оксаною зустрічалися більше року. Вони навіть разом знімали квартиру неподалік від університету. Наречену сина я бачила лише один раз, і то випадково. А Роман не знайомий був з її батьками. Тому Оксана запросила Романа до себе познайомитися з мамою та татом.
Коли син повідомив, що зробив пропозицію Оксані, ми з чоловіком були неймовірно щасливі. Я, як мама, відчувала його радість і з нетерпінням чекала на весілля. Але ця подія так і не сталася.
За кілька тижнів до весілля Роман зустрівся з мамою Оксани. І саме ця зустріч змусила його змінити своє рішення.
Знайомство з майбутньою тещею почалося не найкращим чином. Наталя Володимирівна, так звали тещу, відразу запитала, чому Роман такий худий. Чи він не доїдає, чи, можливо, хворіє? Як він збирається носити Оксану на руках, адже вона – дівчина в найкращій формі?
Наш Роман дуже вихований і тактовний хлопець, тому змовчав. Хоча, звісно, мав що відповісти. За словами Романа, мама Оксани важила близько 130 кілограмів, тож у порівнянні з нею він справді здавався худим.
Після такої сцени Оксана запросила Романа до кімнати за стіл. За столом Наталя Володимирівна продовжувала свої провокаційні розпити.
– Романе, а скільки ти заробляєш? Чому ви не плануєте подорож після весілля на Ялту? Це мрія моєї дочки, – запитала Наталя Володимирівна, коли почула, що молодята хочуть святкувати скромно.
– Якщо у тебе немає грошей, позич у батьків. Але подорож мусить відбутися. Або, якщо хочеш, візьми у мене під відсотки. Оксана у нас єдина дочка. Чому вона повинна одружуватися без пишності? – не вгавала Наталя Володимирівна.
Мама Оксани, здавалося, спеціально дошкуляла Роману, перевіряючи його терпіння. Коли син збирався додому, теща зазначила, що рада за Оксану. До того у неї були інші хлопці, але жоден не зробив пропозиції.
Після такого знайомства Роман повернувся з поганим настроєм. Він розповів мені про все, що сталося. Визнав, що після цієї зустрічі відмовився від шлюбу.
Ця новина стала для нас несподіванкою, однак краще скасувати весілля заздалегідь. Ми підтримали Романа в цьому рішенні.
Наступного дня він мав пояснити все Оксані. Їхня зустріч була дуже емоційною. Коли Оксана дізналася, що Роман не буде одружуватися, вона розсердилася, називала його боягузом, стверджуючи, що він боїться відповідальності.
Це була їх остання зустріч. Нині Роман усю свою енергію направляє на навчання і роботу. Заробляє він добре, планує взяти квартиру на виплат. Про серйозні стосунки син поки не думає.
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At that age, it was best not to quarrel with the Almighty: If He didn’t exist, believers lost nothing. If He did, non-believers lost everything. At the end of her morning devotions, Tamara added a few words of her own. Ritual, done. Soul at peace. She could start her new day. In Tamara Barrington’s life there were two main troubles. Not, as you might think, the usual English gripes of weather and taxes—those were old hat! Her nightmares were her neighbour, Lynda, and her own grandchildren. The grandchildren were predictable: today’s kids, not an ounce of effort in them. But they had parents to deal with them—let them take that on! Lynda, however, was a classic nerve-shredder of a neighbour! Only in the movies do the spats between national treasures like Dame Judi Dench and Maggie Smith seem sweet and charming. In real life, it’s nowhere near so cute—especially when the nitpicking is personal and persistent. To make matters more colourful, Mrs. Tamara had a chum with the nickname “Pete the Moped.” In full, it was Peter Ephraim Cosgrove—the surname a solid English sort! The origin of his nickname was obvious: In his youth, Pete Cosgrove—such a ring to it, eh?—loved zipping around on his scooter. Or as his mates called it, his “mopette.” In time, the battered moped gathered dust in the shed, but the nickname stuck like only village monikers can. In their younger days, they were family friends: Pete and his wife Nina with Tamara and her late husband. Now both of their spouses were resting peacefully in the village cemetery. So Tamara and Pete, whose friendship went back to school days, carried on together by habit—he was a true, loyal friend. Back in school, their trio—her, Pete, and Lynda—had pulled off friendship splendidly. Real, pure camaraderie—no teenage flirting involved. They always moved as a trio: Their strapping gentleman between two smartly dressed ladies, each on his arm. Like one of those double-handled English tea cups—built not to be dropped! As the years went by, the friendships changed. First came a chill from Lynda, then outright spite. It was as if Lynda had been swapped for someone else—a different script altogether! This switch came after her husband passed away; before that, things had been tolerable. It’s no surprise: time sharpens certain traits. The thrifty turn stingy. Chatty types grow unbearable. And envy—well, it will tear you to pieces. And there was plenty to envy! First, despite her years, Tamara stayed trim and neat, while Lynda had become rather dumpy—a common by-product of time. Tamara always cut a better figure. Second, their old friend Pete now lavished more attention on lively Tamara. They whispered and laughed over private jokes, their silvery heads nearly touching. With Lynda, conversation was limited to short, dry remarks. And Pete visited Tamara far more often, while Lynda had to beg for his company. 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