my dear A bright side teamand
When I met my friend, I thought I was lucky. It was nice and thoughtful and made me feel safe. After a year, we moved together. And that is when his mother began to visit often – and when things began to collapse.
Initially, I tried to be patient. She was wearing a few aggressive negative notes or rearranged our kitchen “for efficiency”. But on one evening, after my family dinner, we went back to the house and found them fiercely cleaning the meters. “I left the house like a pig!” I picked up – to me. I was surprised.
Later, she heard her arguing with her son behind closed doors. For the first time, I saw him stand for me. I should have been comfortable, but instead, I felt as if I was a child between parents angry.
That night, I took a long bath to calm down. Suddenly, the lights came out. I froze. Then, her voice penetrated the dark, “It is my son who pays for everything – not You! Get out and pay for your private life! “
I was trembling. That was the moment when everything changed.
I called the police – not because I wanted it, but because I felt insecure. She was given an official warning, and told her that she would be removed if it happened again.
When I told my friend, he didn’t embrace me or ask if I was fine. burst. “You must call INot the police men! “He shouted, as if you were committing some betrayal.
Now, he barely talks to me. She is still falling, behaving like anything that has never happened. Me? I feel like I am a strange person in my house, and I walk constantly on eggshell.
I thought that love means protection and peace. Instead, I am stuck between loyalty and survival.
I don’t know how to fix this – or if I should even.
sincerely
Amy.
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