6 years ago, my mother married for the second time. She parted with her father when I was 17 years old. He went to his relatives to the south, and his mother stayed in the same apartment. I was not surprised to divorce, because I always saw that they were not suitable for each other. Dad is calm and soft, and the mom of the face with the character is that not everyone with her will stand side by side. I was already an adult, so I didn’t have to explain anything. I normally communicated with my mom and dad. Most often, of course, with mom, because we live in one city. But that we talked, we no longer lived together. Initially, I lived in a hostel at the university, and on my 20th anniversary my dad made me a royal gift-I bought a one-room apartment. My mother actively engaged in her personal life and did not climb me again. I’m up to her too. Because she came together with her husband, I learned when they were already going to legalize their relationship. It was a choice of mom, but I didn’t like this friend at once. Mom’s character is not a gift, but even better. But my mother flicked and looked at him as something big.

And let yourself, if you like. The newlyweds lived in their mother’s territory. Her new husband himself was without a circle and yard, his ex -wife also let him go, and after the divorce he drove out. Before moving to his mother, he rented a room in a hostel. – You imagine, he did the former repair in the apartment, bought the whole situation, and she is so with him! Mom told me with tears. I remained silent again, though I think that the woman did absolutely right, I finally convinced it after the next phrase. – He does correctly that he does not pay alimony. She will still spend everything on herself. Even the child says something there, and he does not even want to talk to her. My son, if I am not mistaken, is 15 years old, so it is not easy to “talk” to such a child. He will have enough to communicate with his dad to understand everything. But I left this thought with me. I did not see something to prove something to my mother. I do not live with such a gift.

I married myself, I have a son. Mom came to her grandson herself, because her husband “does not tolerate noise and baby crying.” I was not upset by a drop, again I had no desire to cross it, but I would have. Now our son is five years old, sometimes we have been visiting my mom to visit. Sometimes you have to intersect with her husband, and he has never been silent. There will always be something about raising children, though it would not be a cow to torment, the father of the year. But most often we came when he was at work. And he worked for a day for three, somewhere the watch on some object. When he was not at home, we left even at the night my grandfather. I was recently called by her husband to the wedding of old friends. The event took place outside the city, so it was planned that we would stay there with a night. It would be problematic to bring a baby with you, it is still too small to carry such long trips and events. I asked my mom if she would sit two days with her grandson.

Mom clarified the numbers, learned from the man who had a schedule and said that she could. Her husband is just a day, and before his arrival, his mother will take her son to us and there will wait for us. Everything happened perfectly, we went with pure conscience. But at night we decided not to stay. The situation was not sweet. They decided to go home that I forgot to warn my mother. When they came to her, something incredible was waiting for me. We unlocked the door with our key. My son slept in the hallway on a clamshell. My mom has a three -room apartment, and the baby was not sleeping on the bed, but on an old clamshell in the hallway and without light, although I asked my mother to be near him, because he can sometimes wake up at night. Mom and her husband are looking at the movie hall. I go with silent questions on my face. And you know what? That gentleman had such a crown on his head that he began to be indignant, why I came to his house without warning.

To his house? But it in it only hole slippers and anointment, and semicortes by my law. I said so, and also warned that if my son was allocated a clamshell in the hallway, then I do the same and tomorrow I initiate the exchange of the apartment to pick up my share. We took away the little one: he slept and felt nothing. She had a conversation with her mother the next day, and she had already sang like a Solovushka. She said that they did not intend to sleep in the hallway. He just played the layout and fell asleep. Aha! I fell asleep in pajamas on a pillow and sheet I brought; I believed right away. The man is also unpleasant to the man, but he asks not to fever and not spoil people of life, because they probably understand. And I do not want to calm down. I will pick up my own, and let them live as they know. What a hello, so is the answer. Am I not right?