З життя
Це почалося з запрошення від друзів і мого улюбленого образу.
Всі події почалися з того, що нас запросили друзі мого нареченого, і я одягнула те, що мені подобається. Мій наречений також любить мій стиль. Як тільки я вийшла з кімнати, свекруха мало не зомліла, побачивши мене. Вона негайно наказала зняти сукню і докладно пояснила, у що я маю одягнутися.
Ми познайомилися з Петром в Інтернеті. Він жив в іншому місті, але з першого ж погляду він мені сподобався — добрий, привітний, красивий та надійний чоловік. Довго спілкувалися через соціальні мережі, а потім він прийшов до моїх батьків. У той час я щойно закінчила школу, мені було 18 років, а йому 26. Через пів року Петро зробив мені пропозицію, і ми переїхали до його батьків.
Коли ми поїхали до села, я відчувала, що мене тут не дуже тепло зустрінуть. Їхали ми довго, і приїхали пізньої ночі. Після цього вранці прийшла свекруха, дала мені мітлу і сказала:
— Тепер ти господиня в цьому домі, роби все сама. Я почала прибирати будинок, прати одяг, прасувати та готувати їжу. А ще масажувала її і доглядала за своїм нареченим, буквально бігала за ним, як за дитиною.
Ще раз нас запросили його друзі, і я одяглася, як мені подобається. Нареченому сподобався мій вибір одягу. Коли я вийшла з кімнати, свекруха ледь не втратила свідомість. Вона відразу засудила мій вибір і детально сказала, що одягти.
Я навіть трохи пожаліла, що вирішила приїхати сюди. Вона весь час вихваляла свого сина, я не сперечалася, бо вважала, що він справді гарний, і завжди повторювала: “мій син, мій син”.
Хотілося сказати їй: матусю, прокиньтеся, вашому сину вже 26 років! Не ставтеся до нього, як до маленької дитини!
Якось увечері, коли ми сиділи за столом, вона почала розповідати про попередніх наречених Петра — мовляв, він вартий заздрості як наречений. Потім поглянула на мене і зауважила, що одна з них була дуже вродлива, навіть красивіша за мене.
— Я йому казала: візьми її за дружину, але він не послухався, не захотів одружуватися. Не розумію, чому ж він на тобі зупинився?!
Не люблю вихвалятися, але у школі мене завжди поважали. Вчителі любили і шанували, а після випускного моїм батькам вручили подяку за гарне виховання доньки. Я брала участь у всіх шкільних заходах, і все місто мене знало. Зараз я продовжую навчання в університеті і працюю перукарем.
Проте мати Петра постійно знецінює мої досягнення перед їхньою родиною. Кожного разу я йду в іншу кімнату і тихенько плачу, бо знаю, якщо скажу майбутньому чоловіку, що його мати мене ображає, він відповість:
— Що ти говориш? Моя матір свята, вона б таке ніколи не сказала і не зробила. Забудь це, вона тебе дуже любить. Просто порозумійтеся і будьте друзями.
Через кілька місяців відбудеться моє весілля (заплановане на осінь). А я ж буду жити зі свекрухою, бо він єдиний син у родині. Що мені робити? Я не можу там залишатися. Моя мати була дуже здивована поведінкою майбутньої свекрухи і сказала лише, щоб я терпіла. Що мені ще залишається?
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