I stopped respecting my son-in-law, but my daughter is on his side

I stopped respecting my son-in-law, but my daughter is on his side
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Having buried my husband. Being in anguish, grief, sadness, not knowing where to go or how to behave. She invited me to her placedaughter , I was happy, I felt a little better, I went to calm down and relax. But it was not there!

I later realized that there was no need to go. I didn't know that it was minebeloved son-in-law in a bottleEvery day he looks in and can’t live without it, at least a little bit, but whatever the “buzz” is.

Of course, I didn’t like it, but I didn’t show this to my daughter, my son-in-law didn’t offend me, and that’s okay. So the days of my rest passed, there were no quarrels, but time passes, and my son-in-law’s patience ran out of restraining himself, and then he showed his essence.

My daughter had her professionalholiday , Trade Day, he didn’t want her to go to the celebration with the team, and he himself got drunk “out of grief,”Jealousy haunted me, but the daughter insisted on her own and went. This made him angry. The women and daughter sat on a bench near the house, celebrated, sang, joked, it was fun. But my son-in-law started a fight with me when my daughter came home. I was shocked when he put a knife in my stomach, because I began to stand up for my daughter, first knocked on the neighbors, but I was amazed that no one opened the door.

I didn’t call the police because I didn’t know where to call in connection with my arrival. The son-in-law hit the daughter, she lost consciousness and, sliding down the wall, a stream of blood was visible, as well as on the floor. I felt very sorry for my daughter, I didn’t raise my hand to her, but here was a stranger. I have no words, there will never be respect for him. Everything is still before my eyes. They made peace, but I remained to blame, and my daughter insulted and humiliated me.

So I experienced my grief twice, I came home and gave free rein to my tears, and became seriously ill. My daughter invites me to come, I don’t want to, it’s like death, it’s good that I stayed alive that time. I feel sorry for myself. My daughter likes this kind of life, let her endure it, maybe she will understand someday. I am no longer her helper; she has her own life. test-antibiotic.com I was in grief, and I was so calm, nothing human, no respect, so why bother and be a jackhammer.

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