We decided not to stay overnight. The situation was not nice. We decided to go home because I forgot to warn my mom. When we arrived at her place, something incredible was waiting for me. We opened the door with our key and were stunned…
6 years ago, my mother got married for the second time. She divorced my father when I was 17. He went to his relatives in the south, and his mother stayed in the same apartment. I was not surprised by their divorce, because I always saw that they were not suitable for each other. Dad is calm and gentle, and mom is a person with a character such that not everyone can stand next to her. I was already an adult, so I didn’t have to explain anything. I communicated normally with both mom and dad. Most often, of course, with my mother, because we live in the same city. But precisely because I was communicating, we no longer lived together. At first I lived in a dormitory at the university, and on my 20th birthday my dad gave me a royal gift — he bought a one–room apartment. Mom was actively engaged in her personal life and didn’t bother me again. I’m going to her too. Because she got together with her husband, I found out when they were about to legalize their relationship. It was Mom’s choice, but I didn’t like this friend right away. Mom’s character is not a gift, but it’s even better there. But Mom was thrilled and looked at him like something big.
Yes, and let yourself, if you like. The newlyweds lived on their mother’s territory. Her new husband himself was without a stake and a yard, his ex-wife also let him in, and after the divorce he went nowhere. Before moving in with his mom, he rented a dorm room. — Can you imagine, he did the previous repairs in the apartment, bought the whole situation, and she did this to him! — My mother told me with tears. I again remained silent, although I think that the woman did absolutely the right thing, I was finally convinced of this after the next sentence. — He’s doing the right thing by not paying alimony. She’s spending everything on herself anyway. She also tells the child something about dad there, and he doesn’t even want to talk to her. If I’m not mistaken, my son is already 15 years old there, so it’s not easy to “talk” to such a child. He only needs to talk to his dad once to understand everything. But I kept that thought to myself, too. I didn’t see any point in proving something to my mother. It’s not for me to live with such a gift.
I got married myself, I have a son. Mom came to her grandson herself, because her husband “can’t stand the noise and baby crying.” It didn’t bother me a bit, I had no desire to cross paths with him again, but I would have had to. Now my son is already five years old, sometimes he and I go to visit my mother. Sometimes you have to cross paths with her husband, and he has never been silent yet. He will always give out something about raising children, although it would not be his cow to moo, he himself is still the father of the year. But most of the time we came when he was at work. And he worked for three days, somewhere on a watch at some facility. When he was not at home, we even left his grandson’s mother for the night. Recently, my husband and I were invited to a wedding by old friends. The event was held outside the city, so it was planned that we would stay there overnight. It would be problematic to take a child with you, he is still too young to carry such long trips and events without any problems. I asked my mom if she would sit with her grandson for two days. Mom clarified the numbers, found out from her husband what his schedule was and said she could.
Her husband is just leaving for a day, and by his arrival, the mother will take her son to us and wait for us there. Everything was going perfectly, we left with a clear conscience. But we decided not to stay overnight. The situation is not nice. We decided to go home because I forgot to warn my mom. When we arrived at her place, something incredible was waiting for me. We unlocked the door with our key and were stunned. My son was sleeping in the hallway on a cot. My mother has a three-room apartment, and the child did not sleep on the bed, but on an old cot in the hallway and without light, although I asked my mother to be next to him, because sometimes he can wake up at night. Mom and her husband are watching a movie in the hall. I walk in with a dumb question on my face. And you know what? That gentleman had such a crown on his head that he began to resent why I came to his house without warning.
To his house? Yes, he’s only wearing leaky slippers and a faded brush, and half the apartment is mine by law. I said so, and also warned that if my son was allocated a cot in the corridor, then I do the same and tomorrow I will initiate an apartment exchange to take my share. We took the kid away: he was asleep and didn’t feel anything. I had a conversation with my mother the next day, and she was already singing like a nightingale. She said that they did not intend to put the child in the corridor to sleep. He was just playing on a cot there and fell asleep. Yeah! I fell asleep in my pajamas on a pillow and a sheet that I brought, I immediately believed it. This situation is also unpleasant for a man, but he asks not to get excited and not spoil people’s lives, because they probably understood. And I don’t want to calm down. I’ll take mine, and let them live as they know. What a hello, that’s the answer. Or am I wrong?