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Свекруха хотіла розділити наше житло: чи мала вона право втручатися?
Моя свекруха хотіла ділити нашу квартиру. Чи мала вона право втручатися?
Мій коханий і я одружилися шість років тому. Після народження нашого сина ми вирішили з чоловіком продати мою однокімнатну квартиру, а потім взяти іпотечний кредит і придбати більшу. Ми думали, що нашій дитині незабаром знадобиться власна кімната, а ми потребували місце, де могли б мати трохи приватності.
Нарешті ми купили нашу омріяну квартиру, оформили її на мене, тож я була єдиним власником. Однак, оскільки ми купили її, будучи у шлюбі, в разі розлучення ця квартира мала б бути розділена між мною та моїм чоловіком порівну. Я ще мала завдаток від продажу моєї до шлюбу однокімнатної квартири, який також вклали.
Коли ми оселилися у новій, більшій квартирі, не могли уявити, що колись можемо розлучитися і матимемо серйозні проблеми. Але з часом у нашому шлюбі почало щось йти не так. Можливо, ми просто втомилися одне від одного, або з самого початку не вдалося налагодити наші стосунки як слід.
Думаю, мій чоловік поділився нашими шлюбними проблемами зі своєю мамою. Я впевнена, що він зробив це з добрих намірів, можливо, потребував мудрої поради від жінки, яка його виховала. Втім, все виявилося навпаки.
Нещодавно зателефонувала моя свекруха і сказала, що прийде на обід. Її візит мене занепокоїв, адже зазвичай ми самі до неї їздимо. Мати мого чоловіка відвідує нас дуже рідко, пояснюючи це тим, що їй незручно приїжджати до нас. Я подумала, що, можливо, вона сумує за своїм онуком або сином. Вирішила, що ми повинні приготувати урочисту вечерю.
Того дня моя свекруха Валентина прийшла до нас раніше, ніж мій чоловік повернувся з роботи. Я саме була в кімнаті, накривала на стіл. Жінка навіть не перекинулась словом з онуком, лише увійшла до кімнати, де я перебувала, і зачинила за собою двері.
– Наталю, хочу серйозно з тобою поговорити. Нещодавно дізналася, що ти і Олег маєте певні проблеми у ваших стосунках. Я боюсь, що якщо дійде до розлучення, ти захочеш знищити мого сина і позбавиш його всього.
Я майже не могла щось відповісти на це твердження. Відразу запитала свекруху:
– Чому ти думаєш, що ми розлучаємося? Чому тебе цікавить, як я і мій чоловік поділимо наше спільно придбане майно? Лише багато років тому ми обговорювали з Олегом, що зробимо в разі розлучення. Це виключно наша справа.
– Мене зовсім не влаштовує те, що у вас відбувається. Я чудово знаю, як у ці часи дружини здирають з чоловіків все, що можливо. Жінки роблять багато, аби тільки забезпечити себе і дітей. Тому наполягаю, щоб ви поділили це зараз, до виникнення будь-яких серйозних конфліктів. Думаю, ти повинна переписати половину своєї квартири на мого сина, щоб він не опинився на вулиці, якщо щось трапиться.
Я була приголомшена цією нахабністю.
– Розумію, ти не враховуєш, що половина нашої квартири була куплена за гроші від продажу моєї до шлюбу однокімнатної квартири. Крім того, я почала погашати іпотеку, коли закінчила відпустку по догляду за дитиною, але не важливо, ми ще у шлюбі.
– Всі нерухомості, які подружжя набуло під час шлюбу, будуть розділені при розлученні порівну, тому тобі нема чого боятись.
– Хотіла б дізнатися, чи вже обговорювала це з сином?
– Навіть не збираюся, бо чоловіки не мусять таке розбирати. Та й ще вирішу, чи обговорювати це з ним.
– Послухай мене! Я не збираюся з тобою дискутувати на цю тему. Олег і я самі вирішимо, що і як робити, якщо щось станеться, без твоєї допомоги. Я дуже вдячна і ціную твою турботу про наш шлюб, але не хочу продовжувати цю розмову. Можеш дочекатися, поки Олег повернеться з роботи, я йду на прогулянку, мушу заспокоїтись. Проте Валентина не дочекалася, уникла зустрічі з сином. Вона була дуже знервована після розмови з Наталею і не хотіла, щоб він помітив.
Я пішла одягатися, і через три хвилини почула, як двері грюкнули. Мій чоловік повернувся з роботи пів години після виходу свекрухи і здивувався, що мати на нього не чекала. Я намагалася якомога спокійніше передати йому всю розмову з його мамою. Коли пристрасті вщухли, він сказав, що нічого не знає про плани матері і не розмовляв з нею про це.
Олег сказав, що серйозно поговорить з матір’ю, щоб вона більше не піднімала таких тем. Після візиту матері мого чоловіка довго не могла заспокоїтися, можливо, сказала щось зайве, але була знервована. З іншого боку, вважаю, краще нагадати людині, де її місце, навіть якщо це твій родич.
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