I remember one day on Saturday morning I heard a knock on the door. I tried my best to get out of bed until Ivan, who slept next to me, seemed to not even hear someone knocking on the door. Going to meet the uninvited guest, I could not understand who could not sleep at 7 am on Saturday. Opening the door, I saw Ira, the younger sister of my boyfriend, who, not even telling me a “good morning”, fell with her bags on the sofa. Without even removing the shoes! At this point, I finally woke up and asked her what she was doing here at that time. Ira said she quarreled with her parents and left home, and now she would live for a while. It scared me a little because I hate others in my house. I become uncomfortable in my angle in their presence. I woke up Ivan and made him go to talk to my sister.

After a while, he returned to the bedroom and said that Ira would stay for a month because she was nowhere to go, and he would try to resolve her conflict with his parents as soon as possible. Vanya caught my dissatisfied look and immediately hurried to justify that we were all one family, and I have to treat his relatives with respect. But I still did not consider us one family. I generally said that we would see them for the first time at the wedding if we had. Ivan called a friend and left me at home alone with Ira. When he returned late in the evening, I asked him to do so no longer. – Simply Ira has shown from the first seconds that she came to us as a resort, – I complained to Ivan, – she cannot wash the plate behind, does not know how to put things on the shelves, walking around the apartment in the slippers is also not accustomed. He sits on the phone all day and talks to his girlfriends.

And when she gets bored, she begins to demand that I take her somewhere. The weekdays were like in hell. Everywhere there were Ira’s things and garbage she left at every step. She probably got used to the fact that her mother walks for her at home and collects everything. But not to be in my house! I forced her to clean her why she was very dissatisfied, but “my house is my rules.” The next weekend Ivan did the same again. He left somewhere with friends all day. Although we often spent time together. And so, as he appeared, he realized that he could not stay in one house with his sister for a long time and washed away again. When Ivan returned for the second time, I put him an ultimatum: either he would take a serious talk with Ira and return to her parents, or they would leave my apartment for two, because he showed his behavior that he was absolutely indifferent, and I was not going to endure such relationships in my home.