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«Мовчання як передвісник: як одна дарча ледь не зруйнувала сім’ю»
«Ти мені нічого не говориш, отже, ти ж готуєшся до розлучення»: як одна дарча ледь не зруйнувала сім’ю
Оксана та Ігор вечеряли, коли вхідні двері різко відчинилися, і у квартиру буквально влетіла його мати — Ганна Іванівна.
— Сину! Зараз ти дізнаєшся правду про свою дружину! — гукнула вона з порогу, не знімаючи пальта.
— Мамо, заходь, сідай. Ти вся гаряча, мабуть, тиск підскочив, — злякався Ігор.
— Ще б підскочив! — розпалювалася свекруха, кидаючи погляд на невістку. — Сьогодні я зустріла Тетяну, ту, з якою ти працюєш, і вона мені все розповіла!
— Що саме? — спокійно запитала Оксана.
— Те, що тебе підвищили ще в минулому році, і ти зараз отримуєш удвічі більше, ніж Ігор. А він навіть не знає! Усе приховуєш! — вистрілила свекруха, аж тремтячи від обурення.
— І в чому проблема, Ганно Іванівно? Ми у вас грошей не позичаємо, на життя вистачає. Що вас так тривожить?
— Весною, коли я просила вас допомогти з ремонтом даху на хаті в селі, ти сказала, що грошей немає. А тепер ви виходить, вони є! То де ж вони? Копиш на розлучення, чи як? — наступала свекруха.
Оксана підвелася зі столу й глянула на чоловіка:
— Ігору, принеси, будь ласка, з верхньої шафи у спальні синю папку.
Він мовчки виконав її прохання.
— Що це? — роздивився він, відкриваючи папку. — Депозити?
— Так. На Олега й Софійку. Щомісяця я відкладаю частину зарплати — на їхнє майбутнє. Коли я зрозуміла, що у вашій родині я лише тимчасова, мені довелося подумати про захист дітей.
— Як це «тимчасова»? — перебив Ігор.
— Ти забув, як оформили квартиру, яку тобі купили батьки на гроші від проданої двокімнатної у центрі? На себе. Бо «якщо раптом розлучення». Ти тоді промовчав. Навіть слова. Я була вагітна, ти знав. І мовчав. Думаєш, я не помітила? Думаєш, не запам’ятала?
Ігор глибоко зітхнув. Свекруха спробувала вставити своє:
— Це була пересторога!
— Проти кого? Проти матері твоїх онуків? — голос Оксани тремтів. — А потім ви дивуєтеся, чому я з вами холодна?
— Де гроші, Оксано? — знову встряла свекруха. — Ти в сім’ю їх не вкладаєш, отже, маєш схованку. Значить, збираєшся йти.
— Ігору, проведи, будь ласка, маму. Нам з нею більше говорити ні про що, — сказала Оксана, не підвищуючи голосу.
— Авжеж! Зараз піду! Але знай: ти сама зруйнуєш свою сім’ю! — кинула Ганна Іванівна, але на виході все ж обернулася: — Хоча… ви з самого початку були нерівними.
Коли двері за нею зачинилися, Ігор довго мовчав.
— Ти справді думала, що я готую «запасний аеродром»? — тихо запитав він.
— Я не знала, що думати. Бо ти мовчав. А мовчання — теж відповідь.
— Я не хочу розлучатися. Я люблю тебе. І дітей.
— Тоді доведи це. Покажи, що я тобі не чужа.
— Добре. Я переоформлю ту квартиру на Софійку. А на рахунки дітей — теж почну відкладати. Помалу, але постійно. Довіра — це дорога в обидва боки.
Оксана повільно кивнула.
— А слово «розлучення» у нас вдома — під забороною, — додав Ігор.
— Погоджуюсь.
І вперше за довгий час вони відчули, що говорять не сусідам, а рідним людям.
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