“At my wedding my mother-in-law shared a hut with the world and said ‘I mourn today'” wearing black
Let me tell you my own story…
I met my husband 8 years ago. I was 20 years old then. I am from a province and I had come to Athens to study and at the same time I was working in a cafe well known in the Northern Suburbs on weekends.
My husband often came with his company. They closed a table, ate, had fun, etc.
They bothered me a little, because in this cafe many young children came with dad’s money and played it superior to everyone. They spoke abruptly to the staff and much more. But he was always kind.
They had become guests now. The whole staff knew them by their first names. He came with his then relationship, a very beautiful girl, always well dressed, with expensive bags as if she had come out of a magazine.
Time passed, I realized that they broke up, as I saw her coming with someone during that time. After a while, whenever my husband came with his friends, he would stare at me and smile.
The flirting started. You know how these things happen… one brought the other and finally we had a relationship.
We were both madly in love but we lived in different worlds. He came from a family with a lot of money, I was anxious to work to have something to eat so as not to burden my parents. It did not bother him at all. He found me a better job, in the office of an acquaintance, with a higher salary because he knew I was looking for something better.
We had a great time. We did everything together. There was a problem. His mother. Parakatiani was raising me, Vlach was lowering me. An uneducated waitress said that I am, that I have no fate in the sun, and that I wanted her son for his money were the classics. She made sure to say these on the phone with her friends loud enough to make sure I heard them, but never in front of me. I was upset, but I never said anything.
Five years later, she remained sour. She used to tell him to her son from time to time “Are you still together? Didn’t you have an adventure? ” He put her in her place. It was that year that he proposed to me and I of course accepted!
The mother-in-law almost had a stroke. She could not believe that her son with English, French and piano, would marry someone like me. From a village. My father is a greengrocer and my mother is a teacher. Unacceptable. He did not even want to meet them.
The war started. Now what he was saying behind my back, he started saying in front of me. “I can not believe that my son, after everything we have offered him, goes and chooses you!” he told me one day. “I will not allow this wedding to take place!” Of course it was a disaster. I was very upset, I was ready to give up everything but my father-in-law and my husband put her in her place and after a while she stopped. When I say stop… I simply mean that he was throwing punches and not so bad.
The day of our wedding has come. He had done nothing. He hadn’t even bothered. But when he saw the invitation we chose, he commented that it was a bit kitsch. While at the beginning she had said that she did not want to call any of her friends because she was ashamed, she called them all. While at the beginning he said that the father of the bride pays for everything, when we said that if so we will have a small wedding because my father could not afford a large wedding, he changed his mind. He generally did not know what he wanted.
Arriving at the church, I did not see her there. I did not even look much, because I was so happy that I did not want to spoil it.
And yet. Leaving the church, now married, we saw her. Dressed in black, to share a hut with the world. “I mourn today” he was saying. Of course, people were confused and some even gave her a hand, especially our friends.
I started crying I could not hold back. We got in the car to leave for the party where I was crying all the way. My husband was furious. My father-in-law arranged it from what he told us and we did not see her at the reception. We celebrated and had a good time, but something inside me broke that day.
We have been seeing it ever since. My husband does not want any contact. He tried to talk to her, but she said she no longer had a son. I am so sorry. Sometimes I think I broke up a family. After that it is not my fault. I’m still confused and let 2.5 years have passed since then.
Some time ago we learned that we are expecting a baby. My father-in-law is very happy and is always by our side. I’m sorry she doesn’t even want to meet her grandchild.
I may not come from a family with money, but my parents would never treat the person I love like that.
Stella, 29 years old
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