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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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No Magic Here New Year’s Eve was approaching at breakneck speed, like an unstoppable train. The rush of it all left Helen breathless. She stood on the metaphorical platform, realizing she had no ticket, nothing was going to work out, happiness was out of reach, and she’d never find that holiday spirit. Why had she even invited guests? Who would want to ring in the New Year with a failure? *** On December 31st, disaster struck first thing: after a decade of loyal service, the washing machine decided to retire in dramatic style, flooding the bathroom. Finding a plumber on New Year’s Eve was a quest and a half! After spending hours and fraying her nerves, Helen finally managed it and breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the worst was over. But… At midday, her ginger tabby Basil, self-proclaimed gourmand, devoured all the sausage meant for the Russian salad, leaving her with little more than sad garden peas and pickles. As if that wasn’t enough, Basil decided to go hunting for a blue tit that had paused on the open window ledge. The giant ficus crashed from the windowsill, dragged the Christmas tree down with it, and extinguished for good the old fairy lights Helen loved so much. https://clck.ru/3R634b Pot shards and the broken baubles she’d kept since childhood mixed in with the scattered dirt. Helen nearly cried as she cleaned up the chaos. Then came a smashed decanter, burnt chicken, and the final straw: just as guests were due to arrive, Helen realised in horror she’d forgotten to buy a cake. Panicked, she phoned her sister. — Kate, disaster! I’ve got no cake! — Relax! — came her sister’s cheerful reply. — I’m just pulling up. Come downstairs, we’ll sort it out. — Where are you? — Told you: I’m outside your building. Helen went downstairs to find a scene worthy of an oil painting: Kate’s car parked outside, her best friend Maisie clutching a massive bag, and Auntie Gail standing proud with a giant bowl of aspic. — Why aspic? And a whole basin? — Helen gasped. — For emergencies! — Auntie Gail answered solemnly, forever doling out advice no one asked for. — I know what your cooking’s like! Besides, we have the whole night ahead! Got any Russian salad? Helen shrugged uncertainly. While the girls dashed out for cake, Maisie was stringing up streamers—which Basil promptly got tangled up in, transforming into an alien creature. Kate’s husband, Ian, fresh from work and arriving at just the right moment, undertook the rescue. Basil didn’t resist until he spotted Helen—and then launched himself so joyously at her that he left Ian with a bloody scratch. First aid administered, Ian gallantly volunteered to help in the kitchen—though his efforts mostly consisted of philosophical musings like, “A salad is a state of mind, not just ingredients,” which was about what Helen and Kate had come to expect. — What’s this box, Helen? — Maisie called from the lounge. — “Happy New Year” written on it. Oh, there’s a note. “Open at midnight. From Gran Val.” Helen ran to see. — Oh! I completely forgot! Kate, this was from Gran—she said to open it on New Year’s, around two in the morning. Promised it’d be a surprise. https://clck.ru/3R62hu — Wonder what’s inside? — Kate eyed the box curiously. — Let’s open it now! Helen shook her head urgently. — You can’t! She’ll ask. You’ll see. What if there’s some sort of secret lock? We’d ruin the surprise. Let’s do just what Gran said—wait. Now everyone was intrigued—even Auntie Gail settled closer, eyeing the box with interest. *** They listened to the Prime Minister’s speech, clinked glasses of prosecco, ate “cat salad”, laughed and argued, then finally— — Is it two yet? — Helen checked. — Well, it’s time! — She ceremoniously raised the box. — Gran Val’s surprise! The only man present was entrusted with opening it. Ian fiddled with the lid and lifted it. Inside, cushioned with cotton wool, were no banknotes or old photos, but dozens of tiny, colourfully tied scrolls, each with a name tag attached. — What’s all this? — Ian asked, bewildered. Helen picked up the first scroll labelled “Helen” and read aloud: — “My darling granddaughter Helen. Did things go wrong again today? Broken washing machine? Cat ate the salad? Don’t worry! Any problem is just a reason to order pizza and binge-watch your favourite show. Buy the cake in the morning. What matters is you’re surrounded by people who’ll help you eat that pizza. Love you to the moon and back. Gran Val.” The living room fell silent—then erupted in laughter. Helen laughed so hard tears streamed from her eyes. — How… How did she know?! — That’s magic, — Auntie Gail murmured. — Mine! Give me mine! — Kate asked, hand outstretched. She unrolled her scroll. — “Katie, love. Stop quarrelling with Ian over silly things. Give him a hug instead. He’s a good one—even if he does ramble on. If he starts again, just kiss him. It’s the surest way to win any argument. Love to you both.” Ian blushed to his roots and immediately kissed Kate as everyone cheered. Maisie giggled and unrolled hers: — “Maisie, my lovely. Stop looking for love in bars and try the library, or even the corner shop. Normal boys are there too—just not in those strange skinny jeans. Oh, and please, ditch the purple hair dye; your natural colour suits you!” — How did she know about the hair?! — Maisie wailed. — I only changed it two days ago! At last, it was Auntie Gail’s turn. She opened her note as if it were a State Secret. — “Dear Gail. I know you’re the wisest in the family, always in the loop. But here’s one secret for you: kindness and wise words are wonderful, but sometimes it’s best to just stay quiet and enjoy a slice of cake. Love you lots.” Auntie Gail reddened, mumbled something, took a piece of cake and fell silent—for the first New Year in living memory, she didn’t give a single slice of advice. https://clck.ru/3R636x The laughter and conversation lasted till morning. The girls video-called Gran Val, who smiled from her armchair in another city and said, “Darlings! I’m so glad my surprise worked! No magic—just a Gran who knows and loves you all!” Next morning, as Helen tidied up, she gathered the scrolls into a pretty jar and set it in pride of place. 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You’re Just Jealous – Mum, are you serious right now? The Savoy? That’s at least a hundred quid a head! Igor tossed his keys onto the shelf so hard they rattled off the wall. Olga glanced away from her sauce on the stove and immediately noticed her husband’s white-knuckled grip on his phone. He listened to his mother for several more minutes, then muttered a curse and hung up abruptly. – What happened? Instead of answering, Igor slumped down at the kitchen table and glared at his plateful of potatoes. Olga switched off the hob, dried her hands on a tea towel, and sat across from him. – Igor… – Mum’s lost the plot. Completely gone round the bend at her age. – He looked up, and Olga saw so much anger and helplessness in his eyes that it made her heart ache. – Remember I told you about… this Val? From the dance class? Olga nodded. Her mother-in-law had mentioned the new acquaintance about a month ago – flustered, fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth. Back then, it had seemed sweet: a fifty-eight-year-old widow, alone for five years, and now – a dance club at the community centre, a gallant gentleman who knew his way around a waltz. – Anyway. – Igor pushed his plate aside. – She took him to the Savoy. Three times in two weeks! Bought him a suit for eight hundred quid. Last weekend, they went to Bath – guess who paid for the hotel and tours? – Nina. – Bingo. – He buried his face in his hands. – She scrimped and saved for years. For home renovations, the rainy day fund. And now she’s blowing it all on a bloke she’s known six weeks. It’s mental… Olga hesitated, searching for the right words. She knew her mother-in-law well – romantic, open-hearted, naive in her trust. The kind of woman who believes in true love, even after fifty years. – Igor, listen… – She reached across the table for his hand. – Nina’s an adult. It’s her money, her choices. Don’t interfere, she won’t hear you right now anyway. – Ol, she’s just making mistake after mistake! – Yes, and that’s her right. Besides, I think you’re winding yourself up. Igor jerked his shoulder but didn’t pull away. – I just can’t watch her… – I know, love. But you can’t live her life for her. – Olga stroked his wrist. – She has to be responsible for herself, even if we don’t like it. She’s more than capable. Igor grunted his agreement. …Two months passed swiftly. Conversation about Val dried up – his mother called less, her tone more evasive, as if hiding something. Olga assumed the romance had fizzled and stopped worrying. That’s why, when there was a knock on the door one Sunday night and Nina appeared on their doorstep, Olga didn’t immediately piece it together. – Darlings! My dears! – Nina burst into their flat trailed by a cloud of sweet perfume. – He proposed! Look! Just look! A ring glimmered on her finger. Cheap, but Nina gazed at it as if it were the Koh-i-Noor. – We’re getting married! Next month! He’s so, so… – She cupped her cheeks and laughed, girlishly. – I never thought, at my age… I’d ever feel this way again… Igor hugged his mum and Olga saw his shoulders finally relax. Maybe things weren’t so bad. Maybe this Val really did love his mother-in-law and they’d all been overreacting. – Congratulations, Mum. – Igor stepped back, smiling. – You deserve happiness. – And I’ve already put the flat in his name! Now we’re a real family! – Nina declared, and time seemed to stand still. Olga stopped breathing. Igor flinched, as if he’d walked into a glass wall. – What… what did you say? – The flat. – Nina waved it off, oblivious to their faces. – So he knows I trust him. It’s love, that’s what love is! Love means trust. The silence was thick enough to hear the living room clock ticking. – Nina… – Olga spoke first, very slowly. – You signed your flat over to a man you’ve known for three months? Before the wedding? – So what? – Nina drew herself up. – I trust him, he’s decent. You’ve all got the wrong idea about him. – We’re not thinking anything. – Olga took a step forward. – Still, you could have waited until after you’d registered… Why hurry? – You lot don’t understand. This… It’s proof of my love. – Nina folded her arms. – What do you know about real feelings? About trust? Igor finally unclenched his jaw: – Mum… – No! – She stamped her foot and Olga suddenly saw not a mature woman but a stubborn teenage girl. – I don’t want to hear it! You’re just jealous of my happiness! You want to ruin everything! She stormed out, bumping the doorframe with her shoulder, and the front door slammed, rattling the glasses in the display cabinet. …The wedding was a small affair – registry office, a second-hand dress, a bouquet of three roses. But Nina shone as if she were marrying in Westminster Abbey. Val – a hefty man with a receding hairline and a greasy smile – behaved faultlessly. He kissed the bride’s hand, pulled out her chair, poured champagne. The perfect groom. Olga watched him over her glass, uneasy. Something was off. The eyes. When Val looked at Nina, his pupils stayed cold and calculating. Professional tenderness. Practised care. She held her tongue. What was the point, when no one would listen? …For the first few months, Nina called every week, breathless, reeling off restaurants and theatres her wonderful husband treated her to. – He’s so attentive! Yesterday, he brought me roses – just like that, for no reason! Igor listened, nodded, then hung up and sat in silence, staring into the void. Olga said nothing, just waited. The year slipped past. Then – a knock at the door… Olga opened it to find a woman she barely recognised. Her mother-in-law had aged a decade overnight: deeper wrinkles, sunken eyes, hunched shoulders. In her hand – a battered suitcase, the same one she’d once taken to Bath. – He threw me out. – Nina sobbed. – Filed for divorce and chucked me out. The flat… it’s his now. All legal. Olga stood aside for her to come in. The kettle boiled quickly. Nina sat clutching her mug, crying – quietly, hopelessly. – I loved him so much. I did everything for him. And he… he just… Olga didn’t interrupt. She just gently rubbed her back and waited for the tears to dry. Igor came home an hour later. He stopped at the door, saw his mother – and his face hardened. – Son. – Nina stood, reached for him. – Son, I’ve nowhere to live… You can’t leave your mother, please. I’ll just need a room. Children should look after their parents, it’s only… – Stop. – Igor raised his hand. – Stop, Mum. – I have no money left. Spent everything on him, every penny. My state pension’s tiny, you know that… – I warned you. – What? – I warned you. – Igor sat on the sofa heavily, as if a sack of bricks had been dumped on his shoulders. – I said: slow down. I said: get to know him. I said: don’t sign over the flat. Do you remember what you told me? Nina hung her head. – That we didn’t understand real love. That we were just jealous of your happiness. I remember perfectly, Mum! – Igor… – Olga tried to intervene, but her husband shook his head. – No. Let her hear it. – He turned to his mother. – You’re a grown woman. You made your choices. You ignored everyone who tried to stop you. And now you want us to clean up your mess? – But I’m your mum! – That’s exactly why I’m angry! – Igor leapt up, his voice breaking. – I’m tired, Mum. Tired of watching you throw your life away, then running to me for help! Nina crumpled in on herself, small and defeated. – He tricked me, son. I truly loved him, I believed… – Believed. – Igor raked a hand through his hair. – Believed so much you signed the flat to a stranger. Genius, Mum. Pure genius. Remember Dad bought that flat! – I’m sorry. – The tears flowed again. – I was blind, I know. But please… give me another chance. I’ll never… – Adults need to own their mistakes. – Igor spoke quietly, exhausted. – You wanted independence? You’ve got it. Find yourself somewhere to stay. Get a job. Sort it out yourself. Nina left weeping, echoing up the stairwell. Olga spent the night beside her husband, silent, just holding his hand. Igor didn’t cry. He lay staring at the ceiling, sighing now and then. – Did I do the right thing? – he asked at dawn. – Yes. – Olga stroked his cheek. – It was hard. Painful. But you were right. In the morning, Igor called his mum and rented her a room in a house-share on the far side of town. Paid for six months in advance. That was the last help he agreed to give. – From here, you’re on your own, Mum. On your own. If you take it to court, we’ll help, pay what’s needed. But you’re not living with us… Olga listened and thought about justice. Sometimes, the harshest lesson is the only one that works. Her mother-in-law got exactly what her blindness deserved. And though it left her feeling bitter and at peace all at once, she suspected this wasn’t the end, and somehow, things would work out. She just didn’t know how yet, but they would…
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To See With Her Own Eyes After a devastating tragedy in which she lost her husband and six-year-old daughter in a car accident, Katherine struggled for months to recover. She spent nearly half a year in a clinic, isolating herself from everyone but her patient and supportive mother. One day, her mother suggested: “Katie, your husband’s business is on the brink of collapse, barely afloat, and Greg is struggling to keep it running. He’s called me, asking if you could step in. Thank goodness Greg’s a decent man, but…” Those words finally roused Katherine. “Yes, Mum, I need to throw myself into something. I’m sure Dennis would be happy if I continued his work. Thankfully, I know a thing or two; he foresaw something and brought me into his office.” Katherine went back to work and managed to save the family business. Yet, despite her accomplishments, she deeply missed her late daughter. “My darling, I want to suggest you adopt a girl from the children’s home—one who’s even worse off than you are. You’ll help her, and in doing so, save yourself too.” Considering her mother’s advice, Katherine decided her mother was right. So, she went to the orphanage, even though she knew no one could ever replace her own lost child. Ariana had been born nearly blind. Her parents, both well-educated and from respected families, abandoned her as soon as they learned of her diagnosis—afraid of the responsibility that came with having a disabled child. So, baby Ariana was named by the nursery staff and brought up with very limited sight, able to see only shadows. She learned to read in the orphanage, adored fairy tales, and dreamed a kind fairy godmother might one day find her. On the verge of turning seven, Ariana’s fairy appeared: beautiful, vibrant, wealthy, and unspeakably sad. Ariana couldn’t properly see Katherine, but immediately sensed her kindness. The orphanage director was startled that Katherine would choose a child with disabilities, but Katherine brushed it off, simply saying she had the means and desire to help a child in need. Ariana was led in by the hand. At first sight, Katherine knew—this little girl was meant to be hers. Ariana was angelic, with golden curls and huge blue eyes—eyes deep and pure, but sightless. “Who’s this?” Katherine asked, unable to look away. “That’s our Ariana—sweet-tempered and gentle,” the caretaker replied. “Ariana is mine—no doubt about it,” Katherine decided. Katherine and Ariana quickly became each other’s everything. With Ariana in her life, Katherine’s world gained new meaning. Doctors were cautiously optimistic: with surgery, Ariana might someday regain her sight—she’d just have to wear glasses. Eager for any chance, Katherine arranged the operation before school started, though Ariana’s vision improved only slightly. There was still hope, but she’d have to wait until Ariana grew older. Katherine devoted herself entirely to her daughter. The business flourished—she was a successful, beautiful woman, but men held little interest for her; her entire life centered on Ariana. Ariana grew into a stunning young woman, completing her degree and working in her mother’s company. Katherine guarded her daughter’s heart—and fortune—fearful some opportunist might take advantage of her innocence. Anyone with motives quickly learned would not get rich at Ariana’s expense. Then Ariana fell in love. Katherine met Anthony, saw no red flags, and didn’t object when he proposed. Wedding plans were in full swing; the final surgery to restore Ariana’s vision was scheduled for six months after the wedding. Anthony was gentle and caring. Occasionally Katherine found him insincere, but always dismissed her doubts. The young couple visited the countryside restaurant where their wedding would be held, to discuss decorations. It was quiet that afternoon. They sat at a table. Anthony set his phone down, but his car alarm sounded outside, and he excused himself. Alone now, Ariana heard his phone ring. At first she ignored it, but it persisted. She finally answered—and heard Anthony’s mother, Mrs. Serena Ingram, speaking clearly: “Darling, I have a plan to get rid of that blind Ariana quickly. A friend at the travel agency has two tickets saved for you. After the wedding, take your little hen to the mountains—tell her you’re desperate to see the view. Go hiking together, and make sure your wife has an accident. Then report her missing—say you argued and she stormed off alone. Cry, look shattered—insist the police search. When they find her, they’ll just assume she slipped. Who’s going to investigate abroad? You can easily play the grieving husband. Otherwise, they’ll do her surgery and everything will change—it’ll be hard to get rid of her then. Don’t let that money slip through your fingers, son. Think about it. I’ll hang up now.” The call ended. Ariana set the phone down as if it burned. So his mother wants me dead. And Anthony probably as well. Shocked and horrified, Ariana realised that only moments before, she had been a blissfully happy bride-to-be, still making wedding arrangements. She tried to compose herself as Anthony returned from outside. “Odd, I don’t know what set off the car alarm. Maybe a cat, but there’s nothing wrong. Oh, and now my mate Roman is calling me urgently to the office,” he said after picking up another call. “I’ll have to go, but you wait here for your mum—sort the decorations with her.” “Alright,” Ariana said softly. Left alone, she called Katherine. “Mum, come to the restaurant right away.” She tried to sound calm, but her voice betrayed her. Seeing Ariana so upset when she arrived, her mother asked what had happened. Ariana broke down: “Mum, they want to kill me. Anthony and Mrs. Ingram. She phoned him, but he left his phone. I heard everything—she wants him to take me to the mountains and push me. She urged him to hurry, before we can do my surgery.” Katherine was in disbelief. Could they really have misjudged this charming man so badly? While they were quietly discussing what to do next, Anthony called. “So, Ariana, has your mum arrived? Have you sorted the reception decorations?” he asked. Katherine took Ariana’s mobile. “Hello, Anthony. Well, it’s good we learned of your little plan in time. So listen carefully—about those mountain tickets…” “What? What plan? What tickets?” Anthony stammered, confused, or faking it. “You know—the tickets for where Ariana was meant to have a fatal accident.” Anthony guessed his mum had blundered, realising Ariana must have taken the call. She’d even messaged him to hurry. “An accident? Why would I—why the mountains?” Anthony sounded scared. “So you could become a wealthy widower, of course. But you should know, if you or your mother try anything, this phone can go to the police. They know how to recover deleted records—everything. Are we clear?” After a long pause, Anthony said, “I get it. But it wasn’t me—it was Mum…” “Coward, hiding behind your mum. Goodbye, Anthony.” The next day, Anthony left town, blaming his mother for tipping off the wrong person, grabbing cash from her, and going on the run afraid Katherine and Ariana would go to the police. Mrs. Ingram also fled to a friend’s in another city. Shocked, Ariana Would Finally See Everything With Her Own Eyes Ariana’s eye operation was scheduled at a leading clinic. Katherine stayed by her side with the bandages still covering Ariana’s eyes. The young doctor, Dr. James Fitzroy, was attentive and kind—Ariana’s surgeon. Katherine observed him carefully, seeing how he blushed in Ariana’s presence, obviously smitten but utterly sincere. When the time finally came to remove the bandages, Dr. Fitzroy brought a huge bouquet of roses. Ariana was overwhelmed—weeping to see the glorious flowers and, for the first time, the handsome doctor’s face. “I’m so happy—I see everything!” Ariana cried, and Dr. Fitzroy comforted her gently. Ariana would need glasses for life now—but that was nothing compared to what she’d already endured. Time passed. Ariana and Dr. Fitzroy’s wedding was beautiful, and, a year later, they welcomed a lovely daughter with grey eyes like her father. Ariana was overjoyed—she finally had a caring, reliable husband who would always protect her. Thank you for reading, subscribing, and for your support. Wishing you happiness in life!
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