A Surprising Encounter at the Market with My Ex-Mother-in-Law: Shes Unrecognisable!
One Saturday at the market, I bumped into my ex-mother-in-law. Shed changed so muchshe looked older. I hurried over, greeted her, and we started chatting about life. She didnt complain about her son, but I could tell things were hard. She said goodbye but insisted I call her the next day. I feel sorry for her; I lived in her house for ten years and had a good life. Then her son brought home a new wife, saying shed be better than me.
I lived with my husband in his mothers house for a decade. David said we didnt need to buy a place because his mum had no one but him, and the house would be ours eventually. His words rubbed me the wrong wayhe shouldnt have spoken like that. When I first moved in, I noticed my mother-in-law was kind and gentle, full of warmth.
After we married, Davids attitude toward me changed completely. Even the birth of our son didnt improve things. I never felt like we had a proper relationship. The only person I could talk to honestly was my mother-in-law. Out of respect, I never spoke ill of her son, but she understood everything. She helped me raise my boy, taking him to nursery, then school, and always cooking for us.
Ten years passed, and out of nowhere, David announced he wanted a divorce. He refused to leave the house, saying it was his. I had to go. For the first time, my mother-in-law stepped in, begging him to reconsider for the sake of our family and our child. But it was no usehed made up his mind. I packed my things and left. He moved his new wife in, while I rented a room from an older woman.
Lifes tough now. I earn just enough to get by, and my son and I live in someone elses home. The woman we rent from isnt unkind, but shes difficultnever happy with anything, always finding fault. My son and I eat in our room to avoid her.
Then, at the local market, I saw my ex-mother-in-law again. Her eyes were full of sadness. She didnt complain, but I could tell she wasnt happy in her own home either. We talked openly, and she asked me to call her. Id take her in if I couldwed help each other. Shes a good woman. But Ive nowhere to live myself. What should I do?
