How can you forbid me to come to your house?! I’m your mother! And I’ll teach your wifey to respect her elders and do everything the way I want, whether you like it or not

“Is that it? Has she gone?” Kirill’s voice in the receiver was taut, like a stretched string. There was silence on the other end. Not long—just a second or two—but in that time he managed to imagine the worst. Then Alina’s quiet, exhausted reply came: “She’s gone.” “Are you okay? Did she… do something?” And […]

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As soon as my mother wants to come visit us, you throw a tantrum so she doesn’t dare cross our threshold! But when your precious mommy comes, I’m supposed to put up with all her insults toward me for your sake, is that it?!

— “Mom’s coming on Saturday.” The words hit the kitchen like a slab of fat dropped onto a red-hot pan. Elena didn’t even flinch. She kept methodically slicing the onion, her hand with the heavy chef’s knife moving steady and sure, cutting off translucent rings that thudded dully and damply against the cutting board. The […]

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The relatives decided to celebrate the second day of my sister-in-law’s wedding at our place—I didn’t argue, but I greeted the guests in my own way.

Lena woke up because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. She reached for the nightstand and picked up the receiver. On the screen—her mother-in-law. “Good morning,” Lena’s voice was sleepy, hoarse. “Lenochka, are you still not asleep?” the mother-in-law was brisk and cheerful. Far too cheerful for nine in the morning after last night. “I was […]

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After marriage, property becomes joint! That means my boy moves in without any fuss!” the mother-in-law barked.

Get out of here!” Marina’s voice trembled like a thin string about to snap. She stood in the doorway, barefoot, hair disheveled, clutching a bundle of children’s toys. At her feet—suitcases jutting out at odd angles, as if thrown together in a hurry. And opposite her—a whole delegation: her mother-in-law with a frozen smile, her […]

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Let’s make it simple: you’ll pop out of my apartment like a cork from a bottle,” Elena advised her husband. “And you’ll forget the way here.

Anatoly froze in the middle of the living room, holding a folder of documents. His face went pale, then flushed. “What do you mean, ‘out of your apartment’? We bought it together!” “NO,” Elena cut him off, gripping the certificate of title in her hand. “This is my grandmother Vera Pavlovna’s apartment. She signed a […]

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