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Хвороба зіпсувала стосунки: майбутня свекруха скасувала наше весілля
Моє життя ще недавно нагадувало казку. Поряд був коханий чоловік, я відчувала себе майбутньою матір’ю, а весілля здавалося вже неминучим щастям. Та один візит до лікарні зруйнував усі мрії, залишивши лише порожнечу.
Ми з нареченим, Олегом, мріяли про спільне майбутнє: орендували затишну квартирку у Чернівцях, планували весільну церемонію. Вечори проводили разом, насолоджуючись тишею та теплом одне одного. За місяць до урочистості мене почали мучити ранкові нудота та запаморочення. Серце шептало: це воно, диво, про яке я так довго мріяла. Та вирішила зберігати таємницю, щоб зробити Олегу сюрприз. Того дня поїхала до батьків поділитися радістю.
У таксі світ закрутився, але я зважила це на втому. Дома мати приготувала м’ятий чай із звіробою, і стало легше, але вночі тіло охопила спека, ніби полум’я палило зсередини. Мати, не слухаючи заперечень, викликала швидку. Лікар, оглянувши мене, зблід:
— Терміново до реанімації. Підозра на позаматкову вагітність.
Слова пролунали як грім. Я так хотіла подарувати Олегові діточку, а тепер мрія розсипалася, залишивши лише біль.
Прийшла до тями після операції. Лікарка зі співчуттям промовила:
— Вибач, доню. Ледве встигли врятувати.
Лише при виписці зрозуміла її слова. Життя врятували, але надія стати матір’ю зникла назавжди. Боялася зізнатися Олегові — страх, що він піде, душів у грудях. Адже він так любить дітей! Дома сказала, що була на профогляді. Не знаю, чи повірив, але його мати, Галина Михайлівна, відчула підступ.
За тиждень до весілля ми хотіли взяти відпустку, але робота затримала. Повернувшись раніше, почула розмову, що перервала серце:
— Я ж казала — вона досі зустрічається з тим Русланом! Тиждень у лікарні, а тобі байдуже! — гримів голос свекрухи.
— Мамо, це просто обстеження… — бурмотів Олег.
— Опам’ятайся! Вона зробила аборт! І, мабуть, невдалий. Я жінка — розумію, для чого лягають до лікарні. Весілля скасовуй! Це буде не свято, а ганьба!
Світ запливлив, і я втратила свідомість. Прокинулась від голосу Галини Михайлівни:
— Очухалась, серденько? Випий чаю. Вам з Олегом треба поговорити.
Олег уникнув мого погляду:
— Соломіє, весілля переносимо. Ти слабка. Одужай — тоді й поговоримо.
— Ти й справді віриш, що я зрадила?
Він відвів очі:
— Люблю, тому пробачу. Але час потрібен.
— Пробачиш?! Я не зраджувала! Це була позаматкова вагітність! Ледачим чудом вижила! Мовчала, щоб не засмучувати. А ти кидаєш мене через наклеп матері?
— Знаю, Руслан досі до тебе лине. Може, згадали минуле…
— Цього не було!
— Чому тоді приховувала діагноз?
— Боялася втратити тебе! Тепер я безплідна!
— Вибач, але не вірю. Переносимо весілля. Поживу у батьків.
Він пішов, навіть не поглянувши. Мої страждання йому байдужі. Його поглинули вигадані підозри. Все скривдженість.
Поки він з матір’ю, Галина Михайлівна остаточно отруїть його розум. Залишилася сама — без нареченого, без дитини, без надії. Як жити далі, коли усе перетворилося на попіл?
Why Does It Matter Who Looked After Gran? By Law, That Flat Should Be Mine! — My Mum Argues With Me Over My Grandmother’s Home My Own Mother is Threatening to Sue Me — All Because My Gran’s Flat Went Not to Her, or Even to Me, But to My Daughter. Mum Claims It’s Unfair, Insists the Flat Should Be Hers. But Gran Made a Different Choice. Why? Perhaps Because My Husband and I Lived With Her and Cared for Her Those Last Five Years. You Could Easily Call My Mum Selfish — Her Needs Were Always Far More Important Than Anyone Else’s. Mum’s Been Married Three Times, But Only Had Two Daughters: My Younger Sister and Me. We Get On Brilliantly, But Neither of Us Has a Great Relationship With Mum. I Don’t Even Remember My Dad — He Split From Mum When I Was Two. Up Until I Was Six, I Lived With Mum at Gran’s. For Some Reason, I Thought Gran Was Awful — Probably Because Mum Was Always Crying. Only When I Grew Up Did I Understand: Gran Was Good, She Just Wanted to Help Her Daughter Make a Better Life. Later, Mum Married Again and We All Moved In With My Stepfather. That’s When My Sister Was Born. But After Seven Years, Mum Got Divorced Again. This Time, We Didn’t Go Back to Gran’s. Stepfather Went Off to Work and Let Us Stay in His Flat for a Bit. Three Years Later, Mum Married Husband Number Three and We Moved In With Him. He Wasn’t Pleased Mum Had Children, Though He Never Hurt Us — He Just Ignored Us. So Did Mum. She Was Obsessed With Her New Husband, Always Jealous, Always Causing Rows and Breaking Crockery. Once a Month Mum Would Start Packing, But Stepfather Always Talked Her Round. My Sister and I Got Used to It and Stopped Noticing. I Ended Up Looking After My Sister — Mum Didn’t Have the Time. Thank Goodness for Our Grandmothers, Who Helped Us So Much. Eventually, I Left for University, and My Sister Moved In With Gran. Our Dad Always Supported Her; Mum Would Call Us Only at Christmas. I Accepted Mum For Who She Was and Stopped Expecting Her to Care, But My Sister Never Did. She Was Always Hurt, Especially When Mum Skipped Her School Leavers’ Party. We Grew Up. My Sister Got Married and Moved Away. I Was Living With My Long-Term Boyfriend; We Visited Gran Often and Stayed Close, Though I Tried Not to Be a Nuisance. When Gran Fell Ill and Went Into Hospital, I Visited Every Day: Shopping, Cooking, Cleaning, Chatting, Making Sure She Took Her Medicine. Sometimes My Boyfriend Helped Out Too. After Six Months, Gran Suggested We Move In to Save for Our Own Place, So We Did. Six Months Later, I Was Pregnant. We Got Married, Had a Simple Family Do — Mum Didn’t Come, Not Even a Phone Call. When My Daughter Was Two Months Old, Gran Broke Her Leg. Caring for Both Was Hard and I Desperately Needed Mum’s Help, But She Refused, Saying She Wasn’t Well and Would Come Later. She Never Did. Six Months On, Gran Had a Stroke and Was Bedridden. If Not for My Husband, I Don’t Know How I’d Have Coped. Gran Slowly Improved, She Even Got to See Her Great-Granddaughter Take Her First Steps, and Lived Another Two-and-a-Half Years. She Passed Away Peacefully in Her Sleep. My Husband and I Were Devastated By Her Loss. Mum Only Came for the Funeral. A Month Later, She Tried to Evict Me So She Could Have the Flat. Mum Hadn’t Realised Gran Had Left It to My Daughter Right After She Was Born. Naturally Mum Was Furious, Demanding I Give Up the Flat or She’d Sue Me. “Look How Deceitful You Are! You Duped the Old Woman, Took Her Flat, And Now You Live In It Yourself! You Won’t Get Away With This! It Doesn’t Matter Who Looked After Gran — That Flat Should Be Mine!” But Mum Won’t Get That Flat, I Know That for Certain. I’ve Spoken to a Solicitor and a Notary. We’ll Stay in the Home Gran Gave Us, and If Our Second Child Is a Girl, She’ll Be Named After Gran.
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