I did my job

I did my job

My son brought a girl home a month ago.

- Mom, this is my Zoya. We love each other and will live together.

What am I against that? Like any mother, I wish happiness to my child. They want to live together - let them live.

- Of course, son. You still go to the kitchen, drink tea. And I will collect your things.

- In the sense - you collect things? - the son stared at me.

Yes, sometimes it seems to me that a son with his mind clearly went to his father. Once I did not understand, I had to chew:

- In direct. I will now collect your things and you are going to live together. You want this, don't you?

- Hm, mom, you know, it's expensive to shoot, and there is nothing - Zoya and I study, you know. We thought to live with you. We do not need much - a corner in the room, we will not constrain you, I promise.

Yeah, swam - we know. She lived with her mother-in-law, she suffered her for ten years until my husband and I got an apartment. The relationship with my husband's mother, of course, deteriorated. Now they are singing sweetly - not constraining. And in a month or two, sneakers will fly into me: I don't like it, I swallow, I survive my daughter-in-law. I do not need such happiness. Eh, Zoya, you can't even imagine what the hell I saved you from.

- No, son.If you consider yourself adult enough to decide to live with your beloved, be kind enough to provide you with conditions for living together, be an adult to the end: go to your friend's place, find a job and rent an apartment. Although the apartment can not pull, I guess. Lift the room - and live together as you like.

- Mom, what are you ?! To live in a communal with strangers? We do not want.

Like this. That is, to turn my apartment into a communal flat and add a stranger - we want. And we don’t want them with strangers. Cunning what.

“Zoe, do you have feelings for my son?” Although, a stupid question - you after all agreed to live together, it means you are experiencing.

- Yes. I love your son. Highly. - barely audible squeaked air creature.

- Hear, son - she loves you. And with my beloved paradise and in a hut. Correctly, I say, Zoe?

- Yes, right. I agree to the communal, if only the place.

- Well, son, how well everything works. And how much your girlfriend will be grateful for my absence, words cannot convey. Come on, adults, arrange your life. Do not worry, you will not go to the room. I will add to the apartment enough. Do you ever forget to visit the old woman sometimes.

- Well, what is your old woman? You are forty years old. - Zoya flattered me.

Half an hour later, closing the door for the children, I burst into tears. Too great was the temptation of young people to keep: son and daughter, and daughter-in-law. But it is impossible - adult children should live separately from their parents. I did my job - I grew it. It is time to let the child float freely.

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