З життя
Свекруха і чоловік намагалися виставити мене з дитиною на вулицю.
Моя свекруха та мій чоловік намагалися виставити мене та мою дитину на вулицю.
Після трьох років спільного життя ми з чоловіком вирішили одружитися, але через рік він почав дивно себе поводити, а потім припинив ночувати вдома.
Я швидко зрозуміла, що в усьому винна інша жінка, але попри це, намагалася тримати сім’ю разом.
Свекруха, яка спочатку підтримувала мене, у змові з моїм чоловіком почала натякати на розлучення, і я зрозуміла, що повинна якнайшвидше залишити житло.
З кожним днем заощадження росли, але цих грошей не вистачало, щоб купити будинок навіть у найменшому місті. У мене не було куди повертатися, тому я оборонялася, як могла. Свекруха зрозуміла, що я наполеглива людина, і почала тиснути на мене.
Слова свекрухи:
– Ти добра дівчина, – сказала вона мені невпевненим голосом. – Збирай свої речі, дитину і йди. У мого сина є інша жінка, з якою він буде мешкати у цій квартирі.
Після таких розмов у мене волосся вставало дибки. Незабаром її улюблена онучка та невістка повинні були поступитися місцем коханці та жити з матір’ю.
Потім почався справжній жах – нам відключили електрика у квартирі, і ми залишилися з дитиною без світла. Холодильник, пральна машина та всі побутові прилади потайки зникли. Кожен раз, коли я забирала дитину з дитсадка, з страхом підходила до квартири, бо не знала, яка несподіванка може чекати на мене.
Дійшло до того, що в дитини почали забирати подарунки. Моя донька залишилася без телевізора у своїй кімнаті та DVD-плеєра, який отримала на день народження. Дитина плакала, а я не могла їй пояснити, чому дорослі так чинять. Відтоді вона дивилася мультфільми у моїй кімнаті.
Я була зажата в кут – Свекруха забрала всю постільну білизну, залишивши мене та дочку лише зі старими наволочками.
Навіть килимки з підлоги та стільці були віддані, не кажучи вже про м’які меблі. І тоді моє терпіння скінчилося. Знайомий порадив мені звернутися до адвоката, який провів весь мій розлучний процес майже безкоштовно.
У суді мій чоловік вилив на мене стільки бруду, що не відмию до кінця життя. Але закон був на моєму боці. Ми обмінялися квартирами, і мій чоловік почав неохоче платити аліменти на дитину.
Після такого сімейного життя мої нерви були остаточно зруйновані. З усіма родичами мого чоловіка я повністю розірвала стосунки. Не смію навіть мріяти про новий шлюб, вже навчена гірким досвідом.
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