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Виявилося, що весь цей час ми орендували квартиру у свекрухи.

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Як виявилося, весь цей час ми орендували квартиру у моєї свекрухи.

Протягом двох років я думала, що орендуємо житло у зовсім іншої людини, але виявилося, що власницею квартири є моя свекруха. Це мене просто приголомшило.

Ми одружилися два роки тому. Оскільки я родом з села, не мала власного житла. Чоловік також не мав, а свекруха жила зі своїм партнером у двокімнатній квартирі і попросила дорослого сина переїхати.

Після весілля ми вирішили жити разом, тож я переїхала з чоловіком у нову квартиру. Капітальний ремонт трохи мене бентежив, я не хотіла нічого робити в чужій квартирі. Я мріяла про іпотеку та власні квадратні метри.

Проте нам не вдалося накопичити на перший внесок. Наші зарплати були середніми – ледве вистачало на життя. Я запропонувала чоловікові купити однокімнатну квартиру, але він відмовився. У його словах було зерно правди. Ми мали різні способи життя і не порозумілися б в однокімнатному помешканні. А чим більше сварок, тим швидше розлучення. Ми таких планів не будували на майбутнє.

Чоловік не хотів навіть чути про оренду іншої квартири. Казав, що у нього хороший зв’язок із власницею, тому ризикувати не варто. Загалом ми не могли знайти спосіб заощадити більше коштів, і працювати сім днів на тиждень не хотіли. Якщо зараз нам важко платити орендну плату, то як нам відкласти на власне житло?

Свекруха не втручалася в наші стосунки. Ми добре ладнали – нічого поганого не можу сказати. У неї було своє життя і захоплення, тому у неї навіть не було часу відвідувати нас. Ми зустрічалися виключно на свята, що підходило всім.

Ми прожили у цій квартирі два роки. Усім розрахунками та іншими справами займався чоловік, оскільки мав зв’язок із власницею. А потім я випадково дізналася, що орендуємо квартиру у свекрухи.

Нас запросили до свекрухи на річницю. І там розпочалася розмова між нею та чоловіком про близьких родичів. Обговорювали чиєсь весілля.

— Твоя двоюрідна сестра ще не заміжня…

— Ні, вони сперечаються через прізвище, вона не хоче його змінювати. А жених вважає, що це прояв неповаги, — сказав мій чоловік.

— У першому шлюбі я також не змінила прізвище. Працювала в музичній школі, моє прізвище було відомим, навіщо все це? Лише у другому шлюбі я перестала бути Петренко.

І тоді мене осяяло — я бачила це прізвище в рахунках за квартиру. Нічого не сказала, бо мій скандал би зруйнував свято.

Вдома я прямо запитала чоловіка. Він не заперечував. Сказав, що ми справді платимо оренду його мамі. Вона не хотіла віддавати йому квартиру безкоштовно.

Я була шокована, а чоловік не бачив у цьому нічого поганого. Він вважав, що зобов’язаний допомагати матері, тож усі матимуть вигоду.

— Ми б все одно орендували квартиру, а тут можемо ремонтувати і жити роками, ніхто нас не виселить, — радісно сказав чоловік.

Здається, він має рацію, але мені не подобається ця вся ситуація. Як можна вимагати гроші від власного сина? Ми давно б відклали на іпотеку, а свекруха заселила б сюди чужих. Але прибуток важливіший…

Мій чоловік намагався мене заспокоїти.

— Врахуй, що нам не доведеться виплачувати іпотеку. Я єдиний син, отримаю квартиру.

— Так, ти отримаєш.

— Ну, що тобі ще потрібно? Ми ж не будемо розлучатися.

Я не знаю, що робити. Ця ситуація тривожить мене. Я не відчуваю себе комфортно в цій квартирі, хоча і плачу з власної кишені. Як жити далі?

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