“Look at this cool gadget!” My sister boasted to our cousin at a family gathering. “Mom gave it to me as a gift, and it’s so expensive!” It was the health monitoring device I had given our elderly mother for her birthday. I had spent weeks searching for the perfect one because my mom has high blood pressure and other health issues
– I believe there’s no point in raising someone else’s child because it’s a thankless job. My stepdaughter doesn’t listen to me and does everything her own way. How am I supposed to help her? She’s completely clueless, not even a high school diploma in hand – says Jessica. Fate had it that Jessica only became a mother once, but she had to raise her stepdaughter as well. It was very
“I just don’t know what to do,” sighs sixty-year-old Mrs. Johnson with a heavy heart. “My son always sides with his wife! No matter what I say, he’s always on her side. ‘Mom,’ he tells me, ‘don’t worry, Emily knows what she’s doing, she’s not foolish…’ He believes Emily is always right, even when she…”
Until I was three years old, I believed my name was “Pumpkin.” Why? Because that’s what my dad called me. As I grew into a teenager, this affectionate nickname took on a different meaning as I began to see the complexities in my father’s behavior.
I met Emily in college. Emily believes she made a mistake when she married for the first time. Her second marriage was more of a practical decision. In neither marriage could Emily have children. It was all about the Cinderella syndrome. She believed a man should adore her and treat her like a queen. But that rarely works out in real life
How old is she, really? So young, why the rush? And why have kids right away? Did anyone listen to me? Not even Sarah.
My daughter-in-law works in New York City. When our children got married, she couldn’t attend the wedding but sent a generous gift. The young couple started their life in a rented apartment. After retiring, I had plenty of free time. A year after the wedding, I found myself caring for my grandson. However, life took an unexpected turn
Honestly, my daughter and I never had a particularly close relationship. From childhood, Emily was always a very reserved child, and I never had the time to find common ground with her, to try to make her open up and decide to talk to me. I worked hard, trying to provide a happy life for both of us. Her father left us when she was just a baby, and
I was shocked when she told me she had a yoga class on Wednesdays. She came to help with the grandkids, not to enjoy herself. But sometimes, life has unexpected lessons.
I wanted us to renovate the house we live in, which has been in my family for generations. My mother-in-law, however, insists that we should focus on her house instead.
I know people will judge me, but I’m really upset with my husband’s family. Yesterday, his mom gathered everyone close to her: grandchildren, children, daughters-in-law – she wanted to announce her will and who would inherit what. My jaw hit the floor. It’s pure injustice, there’s no other way to describe it. My mother-in-law, Linda, divided everything as follows: the three-bedroom house
When I was ten, my father left our family. My mother raised me on her own and never remarried. I didn’t feel too bad about my father’s departure because my parents often argued, and I don’t remember many good things from that time. My mother filed for child support, not to get rich, but
