Mother from the countryside.

After two years of marriage, my husband agreed with me to pick up my mother to take care of her years old.

My husband lost his father from the day you were a kid, my mother and my husband were the only base, and my mother raised you with great wisdom, so that you could finish college.

Those four words of "bitter pain" are right in the fate of my mother-in-law! I hurried, and I went and cleaned up a room with a balcony to the south, a room where I could sunbath, plant some grass.

My husband stood in the middle of the sun-filled room, without saying a word, only suddenly stopped me up and around the room, when I broke the scratch, he said, "Go get our mother!"

My husband's tall, I like to stick his head in his chest, the feeling that you can grab my tiny little body, put it in my jacket pocket. Whenever we quarreled and refused to do good, you often lifted my head round, until I was afraid to beg you to let go. The fear of happiness fascinates me.

My mother-in-law's home habits will never change. I like to buy fresh flowers in the living room, and my mother and I can't stand to say, "You kids are so wasted, what are you buying flowers for? It can be eaten like rice!"

I laughed, "Mom, there are flowers in the house, and everyone's in a good mood."

My mother-in-law bowed her head, and my husband laughed: "Mom, the people of the city are so used to it, gradually you will get used to!"

My mother-in-law didn't say anything, but every time she saw me bring flowers back, she couldn't help asking me how much it cost to buy flowers, I said, and she wrote her mouth. Once I saw me carrying a big bag and a small bag to go shopping, and she asked me how much this one was, and how much the other one was. My husband shrugged my nose and said, "You idiot, don't tell me if the real price is better?"

A happy life has been quietly flooded by uncomfortable tones.

My mother-in-law hates it most to see my husband wake up to make breakfast, with her, as a man to go into the kitchen to cook for his wife, isn't that the opposite?

At the breakfast table, my husband's face was often blurred, I pretended not to notice. My mother-in-law's bowl of guard sticks, that's how you're opposed.

I'm a dance teacher at the Palace of the Teenagers, and I am tired of dancing, and every morning I bake myself in a warm blanket, I don't want to sacrifice that one pleasure, so I pretend to be deaf to my mother-in-law's reaction. And my mother-in-law sometimes helps me with the housework, it just makes me more busy.

For instance, she gathered all the nylon bags and garbage in the house, said to wait to gather enough and sell a piece of brass, so in every house there was a whole nylon bag. She regretted not to use dishwasher water, so that she't lose her face, I had to do it again. One evening, my mother-in-law caught me washing my bowl, she closed the door of the battle room, lying inside crying.

My husband, after this, all night you didn't say a word to me, I'm a good man, you don't care. I was angry, and I asked him, "What did you do wrong?"

He glanced at me and said, "You don't want to give up your mother for a minute, and if you eat your bowl unclean, you'll die."

And then, for a long time, my mother-in-law didn't talk to me, and the atmosphere in the family was rising. At that time, my husband lived very tired, I don't know who to please first.

My mother-in-law won't let her son cook breakfast anymore, pushing him to take responsibility. My mother-in-law watched her son have a happy breakfast, looked at me, her eyes accused me of not fulfilling my wife's responsibilities. In order to avoid trouble, I had a package of milk on my way to work.

As I went to bed, my husband was a little upset, and he asked me, "Rodi, did you make your mother cook unclean food so you didn't eat at home?" Turn around, you turn your back to me cold, despite my tears rolling.

Finally, my husband said, "Rodi, let's just pretend it's for me, can I stay at home for breakfast?" So I came back to sit at the table hesitating every morning.

That morning, I took a bowl of mother-in-law-cooked sausage, suddenly with a loud voice, everything in my stomach was thrown out, I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't, I threw the bowl, jumped into the toilet, and vomited.

When I was able to breathe, calm down, see my husband's mother crying and mourning with the country's voice, my husband was standing at the door of the toilet angry looking at me, I opened my mouth unable to say a word, I didn't mean to.

The first time my husband and I started to argue, my mother and I sat and looked at us, and then she got up and walked out of the door. My husband took a look at me and went downstairs after her.