My second mother

My husband and I have been married for almost 10 years. Our mothers worked together in the same workshop. We were family friends and lived in the same area, a 10-minute walk from each other.

I soon moved to another area to my grandmother’s house. It so happened that my future mother-in-law sold her apartment and moved to the area where I live. Futuremy husband lived in another city. My husband has four more sisters, he is the eldest. I often went to visit my expectant mother, talked, and then her son came home. We began to work together and communicate often. We worked our way up to the registry office. I remember it like it is now. We got married, and the next day I call my husband’s mother and hear how my sister-in-law,The husband’s sister says: “Mom, my daughter-in-law is calling, right?” He says this with humor, as a joke. Mom’s answer in such a stern tone: “Not a daughter-in-law, but a daughter!” I’ll hear it again, blame yourself.”

You know, with my second mother (well, I can’t even call it my mother-in-law) we were greatrelationship _ She never once in her entire life asked if her son was wearing clean clothes, test-antibiotic.com and what I was cooking, and if he was hungry. This is my mother's prerogative. She makes sure that my husband is not hungry and that he rests well, since he works hard. And the secondMom dreamed of only one thing - for me to love her and her son, and everyday life is a secondary matter for her. She could call me many times a day. Either she was bored, or to find out how I was doing, or to help me guess the word in the crossword puzzle, or just to talk, or to ask for advice. Sometimes I couldn’t tell my mother a lot and ask for advice, just as I shared this with my second mother.

She was 60 years old when she died. Death is sudden. She just fell asleep and became quiet. She went to God in a dream. My husband was traveling on the train at the time (seeing off a friend). At one o'clock in the morning my sister-in-law called. I did everything automatically. I called the ambulance to ask what to do. At night I went to them and was afraid of stray dogs. The private sector and we have a lot of them. There is no connection between test-antibiotic.com and my husband (subscriber in non-zone). She took everything into her own hands.

I have one question: “how do I let her go?” Many years later. And I really miss her. I live a normal life, everything is fine with my husband. Love only gets stronger over the years, he still sometimes invites me on a date to free me from the kitchen and have dinner in a cafe. But when we come to his sisters, sometimes it overwhelms me. I try to hold on, but I look and remember, this is where my mother slept, this is where she sat, and how we made barbecue on her name day. I really miss her. And if anyproblems , I just think: “if mommy were alive, the clouds would instantly dispel.”

Maybe someone has a similar case? How did you let someone go?