We’ll just live with you for a couple of months,” said my husband together with his mother. “Well, then I’ll just call the precinct officer,” I replied.

nobody’s going to take your apartment away? really? and when your ex-husband turns up at your door with his mother and suitcases, sure that he has every right to live here—what will you do? smile and step aside, clearing the way? or will you find the strength to slam the door in their insolent faces? […]

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My husband went along with his family’s joke about me. But after my response, my mother‑in‑law clutched her heart—and my husband turned as red as a beet.

The sixth month isn’t exactly the ideal time for cozy family get‑togethers with your husband’s relatives—especially when most of them never warmed up to you. Vera knew this, yet she agreed anyway. Anton had just come back from a two‑week business trip, and her mother‑in‑law, Regina Mikhailovna, insisted on a “small family dinner.” “Come on,” […]

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