I married when I was 17 and my fiancee – 28. In 18 I was already lime. We were born a beautiful, healthy son. I was the happiest in the world. I thought I was torn the bush, because I felt like a man behind a stone wall. This was only the beginning. Then I started a low moody Svarok and Skandals, but not with my husband, but with his mother. She did not know how to cook, then I do a sort, I spend a lot of tea. And the man listened and punched everything. It is even before the people of our son. After replenishing the case, they cut.

The mother -in -law constantly claimed that I was wrong in my hands, I do not feed wrong and even do massages not as it should. But our Nediatric was saying that I cope with my responsibilities perfectly. Gradually, everything became more youthful. The mother -in -law said that I needed to have a parent of parenting, because I and the slightest concept have not what to do with my baby. One day, she said she was going to call ONiki. Then I realized that it was the end. I called my father, asked to come after me. And while I quickly threw things into the suitcase. I collected suitcases and wondered that the man was sitting quietly in the kitchen with my mother and did not respond to what was happening.

“Well, of course,” I thought, “” Mom did not ask … “. When I thrown things and sat down in the car, sighed with relief-ko ա Mar ended. Next time, ours with their son when no relatives made themselves known when the question was Ali Mid. They were tuned not to pay us a penny. To this end, my mother -in -law called her beloved grandson, who, she said, looked like a father as two drops of water, underkid. Then I once again convinced that I did everything right. If earlier I used to be coming to myself that I was deprived of my father’s son, now I was sure that I did not deprive my father, I saved my father.