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Мені 27, і моє життя на перехресті: мама чекає фінансової підтримки, а я намагаюсь побудувати майбутнє з коханою.

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Мені 27 років, і моє життя на роздоріжжі. Мати, яка ніколи не працювала, очікує, що я буду її утримувати, тоді як я намагаюся побудувати своє життя з жінкою, яку кохаю. Олеся, моя наречена, є для мене всім, але матір не хоче цього зрозуміти.

Мати живе в квартирі, яку отримала після розлучення з батьком. Вона здає її в оренду, і це її єдине джерело доходу. Я ж, з іншого боку, наполегливо працюю, щоб забезпечити своє майбутнє. Тепер, коли я хочу одружитися і створити сім’ю, матір ставить переді мною дедалі більше перешкод.

Олеся та я познайомилися в університеті. З першої миті я знав, що вона та єдина. Ми хочемо створити сім’ю, але мати не сприймає цього. Вона каже, що ми занадто молоді, що нам слід зачекати. Але Олеся та я знаємо, що наша любов достатньо сильна, щоб подолати всі труднощі.

Мати стверджує, що в неї немає грошей і що вона не може знайти роботу. Але я знаю, що вона може спробувати. Вона розуміє, що оренда квартири — це її єдине джерело доходу, але не хоче розуміти, що я також маю думати про своє майбутнє. Я хочу, щоб у нас з Олесею було своє місце, де ми могли б будувати своє життя разом.

Мати виховувала мене сама після розлучення з батьком, який мав алкогольну залежність. Вона зробила все для мого кращого життя, але тепер, коли я хочу приймати власні рішення, вона ставить перепони. Говорить, що дбає про мене, але насправді не розуміє, що я повинен йти своєю дорогою.

Олеся і я подали заяву на шлюб. Ми прагнемо, щоб наше спільне життя стало реальністю, але мати не хоче цього приймати. Вона каже, що не зможе утриматися сама, але я знаю, що вона сильніша, ніж думає. Я хочу, щоб вона зрозуміла, що я повинен слідувати своєму серцю і що Олеся є для мене всім.

Я почувався розірваним між любов’ю до матері та любов’ю до Олесі. Хочу, щоб обидві жінки в моєму житті були щасливі, але матір цього не розуміє. Я мушу вибирати між відданістю матері та любов’ю до Олесі, і це вибір, що змінить моє життя назавжди.

Олеся, яка приїхала до міста на навчання, не має підтримки від родини. Її батьки мають ще молодших дітей, і вона мусить давати собі раду сама. Незважаючи на це, вона впевнена в собі і має великі плани на майбутнє. Ми хочемо разом створити дім, де зможемо підтримувати одне одного і будувати наше майбутнє.

Мати часто пригадує, як важко було після розлучення, як вона працювала над собою, щоб дати мені краще життя. Але тепер, коли я намагаюся побудувати своє, я відчуваю, що вона не розуміє моїх потреб і мрій. Я хочу, щоб вона зрозуміла, що я прагну бути щасливим, що хочу мати родину та що Олеся є ключем до мого щастя.

Щодня я намагаюся знайти рішення, щоб мати і я могли дійти до згоди. Я хочу, щоб вона знала, що не збираюся залишати її без підтримки, але що мушу слідувати за своїм серцем. Олеся і я плануємо майбутнє, у якому будемо підтримувати одне одного і будувати міцну родину.

Моє життя зараз на роздоріжжі, і я повинен ухвалити важке рішення. Я хочу, щоб мати зрозуміла, що її щастя важливе для мене, але що я маю також думати про своє щастя і майбутнє. Олеся є для мене всім, і я хочу, аби мати прийняла цей факт, щоб я міг побудувати життя, про яке завжди мріяв.

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