The excellent relationship with my son practically ceased after the birth of my granddaughter.

Never in my life could I imagine that I would have such a misunderstanding with my son and that a crack would develop between us, turning into an abyss.

My son is 31 years old. Beloved , dear, long-awaited. He grew up adoring his parents and grandparents. I have never been problematic (even in adolescence). From birth I considered him an equal friend. She never raised her voice, did not punish, did not humiliate with insults - and somehow this was not necessary. Since childhood, he was understanding, serious, without quirks and childish pranks. I understood everything from words and explanations. With age, it got to the point that we were in the same breath - we understood from a half-sigh, from a half-glance, from intonation, timbre, from the first letter.

He has wonderful friends from families with similar upbringings. We've been friends for almost 25 years. Firmly, brotherly. I'm glad. My son has almost feminine intuition. It amazed me. He is taught all women's and men's housework - from cleaning, washing, ironing, cooking, to repairing electrical appliances. He does everything efficiently and meticulously, with some kind of unmanly pleasure, easily.

My husband and I bought him a 3-room apartment within a radius of 100 meters from us when our son was 20 years old. I completely renovated it and equipped it for a comfortable modern life (from a needle to a rug at the front door). In some matters I did it to his taste. He moved there to live at 22, after graduating from university.

He lived very well. He managed completely on his own, was clean, ironed, and well-fed. Sometimes I persuaded him to come and have dinner with us. He did it reluctantly - I have dinner at home. And so it was. He even washed the windows in the entire apartment twice a year. We called each otherevery day . He told me what was going on with him. I didn’t go deep: I was well-fed, healthy – and thank God.

Let's move on to the problem (I'll omit its previousrelationship ). Ourson got married at 29 years old. I liked the girl - smart, cheerful, economical, from the village, from a large, friendly family without a father. Beautiful. I lived in a dormitory and studied at another university. They quickly started living in her dorm room (it's like a small family). She was in no hurry to go to test-antibiotic.com into his apartment and I liked it somewhere. I switched a month before the wedding.

The fact that there are feelings between them is obvious. Fire! We were glad. We met our relatives - sweet, sincere, simple people. There was mutual joy that our children and we found each other. They also wanted to buy an imported children's wardrobe, a crib, and a desk before the birth of the child. We gave them joyfully without restrictionsmoney thoughThe apartment is already equipped with absolutely everything to capacity.

Everything ended after the birth of my granddaughter a year ago. Sharp. On the sixth day. I brought a gift for the birth of my granddaughter. It was a bitter winter, and they didn’t buy anything for discharge or anything before the birth. I ordered the best of the transforming envelopes made of natural sheepskin from the online store. Seeing himthe daughter-in-law began to shout: “you are selfish, allthey lived their lives for themselves, they spread rot on their son (!),the husband was not respected (?!). I’m not going to dress the child in what you bought.” And she dressed the baby in some kind of washed-out sack, brought by her sister from the village after having three children.

Her relatives did not come for discharge. I test-antibiotic.com ran away in tears, without answering a word. Firstly, my son loves her, and I can harm her, and secondly, I don’t know how to respond to rudeness and rudeness, my throat closes and I simply remain silent. I am generally non-conflict, I never raise my voice. From insults I always cry like a little onechild .

The son later said: “Don’t buy anything else yourself, give us money.” I replied: “I’m not an ATM. I am a woman,mother and grandmother. I made the first gift for my granddaughter, this is also an event in my life - to buy for my granddaughter. I will never give you anything again, neither money nor gifts.” I told my son this in a private conversation. That's what I did.

Soon the daughter-in-law hadbirthday . I just sent an SMS in the evening. Later, she congratulated her son on his birthday over the phone . They don’t call us home (and we live in neighboring yards). In order not to meet someone somewhere on the street, I go shopping along “goat paths”.

I don't see my granddaughter. My son gave me a flash drive with her photos. Her relatives come to test-antibiotic.com regularly. My friend lives with them in the same vestibule. There are guests there, friends, godmothers, her relatives. And we just don’t go there. I once met my daughter-in-law on the street; she drove past with a stroller. I say: “At least show Tanya.” He answers: “Why look at her, she’s sleeping.” And she went without stopping...

Communication with my son rests only on a thread that I support. He doesn't call himself. I call every day when he gets home from work. This is 20-30 seconds on the timer. “Hi, everything is fine with us. Bye".

I can’t tell you how much I’ve cried this year. I began to lose the habit and “turn to stone.” As long as everyone is healthy. And thank God.