When it is taken to the wrong place.
And when the problems had already entered the room.
I tried to get up.
The stitching felt like my stomach had been cut open again.
The nurse ran towards me.
– Don’t move.
But I could no longer stay still.
The mother-in-law, Galina Petrovna, pressed Leo against her fur coat as if he were not a baby, but an object she was about to take out.
Her lips did not tremble with horror.
Out of anger.
Because things didn’t go as planned.
“This woman is unstable,” he said loudly to the guards. “She needs to be isolated. The child is mine.”
He spoke with confidence.
As someone who has dedicated their entire life to breaking down barriers for others with their voice.
Like a man who was rarely refused a deal.
For many years, that’s exactly what I did.
She remained silent.
I gave.
She looked away.
Not because I was afraid of her for being a woman.
I was afraid for the marriage.
I was afraid that the truth about my situation would make things even worse.
When I met Artyom, he had been living apart from his mother for a long time, but he was still morally dependent on her.
She would call him in the mornings.
I checked what he was eating.
She reminded him who he owed it to.
And all the conversations ended with the same tone.
It’s not a request.
Indication.
At first I thought it was just normal family tension.
It happens.
Many.
Especially if the child grew up in a home where love was measured by sacrifice.
But then I realized something else.
Galina Petrovna did not only interfere.
She built a system of debt around Artyom.
Any success he had belonged to her.
Any woman who was near him was considered a passenger.
Any limit is an insult.
When we got married, she was smiling in the photos.
In the kitchen, in front of the guests, she put salad on my plate.
She said, “The most important thing is to take care of each other.”
And a week later he asked me if I had money to buy me some winter boots, or if now everything would be paid for by his son.
Then I remained silent.
And many times afterwards as well.
She called me quiet, characterless, and dull.
