I had a fight with my husband a year and a half ago. And it was all because of the child’s name. My husband’s family, in the person of my husband and his mother, insisted on the name Izolda. Izolda Ivanovna, what do you think? To me, it’s complete nonsense. I immediately informed my husband and the company about it.
For which she was mercilessly scolded:
– My son has the same rights to my granddaughter as you do! He will feed/water/dress her, which means Vanechka will choose the name! You have no right to vote at all, you filthy kept woman! All you know is how to cheat my son as cleverly as possible! – the mother-in-law was screaming.
– Rita, listen to me. Mom dreamed of naming her daughter Isolde all her life. And you can’t just stop Mom from realizing her dream out of your sense of contradiction! – her husband echoed her.
– Let’s name her! And then we’ll call our son Tristan! Is that what you wanted to hear? No way! And why did your mother name her daughter Nastya? She dreamed of Isolde her whole life! She would have realized her dream at the expense of her daughter. Why should mine suffer? – I objected, packing my things.
– You won’t see a single kopeck from us if your granddaughter is Masha! You won’t see a single coin, just like you won’t see your own ears! – my husband’s mother threatened me.
– You can stick them somewhere. For example, in your nose. I can live without you! – I slammed the door of my husband and I’s rented apartment.
The birth went well, and I had happiness: 52 centimeters tall and 3660 weight. Neither dad nor grandma on his side needed my Mashenka. We had enough maternity benefits, but I filed alimony against my husband on principle. He, if anything, also took part in the process, let him bear his share of responsibility.
Marusya and I lived with my mother. My mother-in-law called me once, after the birth. No hello, no how are you. One question:
– Have you changed your mind yet?
And, hearing “no”, she hung up. I didn’t file for divorce. At first I hoped that my husband would come to his senses. Then that my mother would change her mind. And then, with the birth of Marusya, there was no time for divorce.
I, to be honest, enjoyed life. No one lectured me, did not set me an example of their ideal mother and did not throw the notorious dirty socks around the apartment. My mother pestered me in one case: to fuss over her granddaughter.
When Marusya was six months old, my friends took me for a ride on a boat. I didn’t want to go, but my mother almost forced me to go:
– Go and have a rest. You are a young, beautiful girl. Maybe you will find someone!
– Mom! I’m married. Why should I look for someone? – I smiled.
– Go, go, get some fresh air. You need it.
Her words flew into the right ears. I really did meet a young man, Victor, on the boat. He is a widower, he has a seven-year-old son, Timka. We talked all evening. It felt like we had known each other not just for a few hours, but for our whole lives. We exchanged numbers and said goodbye.
Daily correspondence, walks with the children, trips to a restaurant. I didn’t even think about my husband. At that point, I hadn’t seen him for over a year. After six months of dating, Victor suggested that Masha and I move in with him. And that’s when I remembered my husband.
– Hi, Vanya. We need to meet. – I called my husband and set the time and place.
He came back as pleased as a cat that had eaten too much cream:
– What, did you come running after all? Mom was right! Go ahead, ask for forgiveness. And let’s go rename Isolde and you can finally introduce me to her.
– I came to discuss the divorce. Where should we go for the divorce: to court or to the registry office? – I looked at my husband with a completely different look: slippery, with an impudent smile, just like my mother-in-law, his eyes darting around. And what did I see in him? I also put up with his mother’s nagging.
– What divorce? Are you crazy? You got yourself a husband, right? Oh, you … Mom was right about you, and I, a fool, didn’t listen to her! You’re all the same! – the husband started to get worked up.
– I see: we’ll get divorced through the court. All the best. Say hi to Mom. – I stood up and walked away from that lousy life in which I was the eternally hoping wife of Mommy’s little boy.
In the evening, my husband’s mother called me and tried to trash me from head to toe. According to her, I should have waited faithfully for 10 years until my husband deigned to remember me. I am ungrateful, greedy, and so on down the list. I did not listen to her and hung up.
I put the phone on the table, took the sleeping Marusya from Victor’s hands and put her in the crib. At that very moment, Timka’s sly face peeked out from the hallway:
– Aunt Rita, will there be pancakes? They’re just so delicious that my stomach doesn’t want to eat anything else!
Vitya and I laughed, he picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. Here it is, happiness.
