Husband and wife struggle to live separately

I’ve known him since college. In the midst of a group of “satellites” surrounding me, he did not stand out so everyone was surprised to see him and me as a couple. No one knows, I “fallen” on him because I once witnessed him pick up his mother at the school gate. It rained quite heavily that day, he took off the thin raincoat he was wearing to give it to his mother. The image of him wiping the rain off his face, on the glass, and still smiling and talking to his mother was like an arrow of love flying straight into my heart…

Later, officially falling in love, every time I go to his house, I find the atmosphere very warm. He is the second son, every time he comes back, he is the one in the kitchen, doing everything around like a professional chef. Seeing the way he makes chicken makes me respect. In the past, even my mother “wrestled” with this when she sent live chickens to the countryside.

From the day we met, he took over this job. My mother does not have to carry the chicken to the store to hire someone to do it for me. My father also liked him because the house had a burning light bulb, the water valve had a problem, before he could speak, he took the initiative to buy things to replace and repair. My parents are comfortable when I’m with someone like him. I also thought, happiness will always be with me, but…

After getting married, because his house was not large enough for nearly a dozen people to live together, my wife and I rented a house to live separately. Knowing that her husband is a person who cares about his family, I happily agree with him on everything related to her husband’s family. My husband and I have an average income, but every month, he sends an amount to contribute more money to the market and to pay school fees for his youngest sister, who is a university student.

In the first few months, I thought about calculating and found that I could not save any money because besides the fixed amount of money to take care of my family, the rest minus rent, living expenses… were almost gone. I told my husband about this, but he often dismissed it: “It’s okay, no one is poor forever, then we will get better!”.

I was planning to tell my husband about the amount of money given to his parents that might have to be reduced a bit, the couple still had to save so that later they could buy a small apartment and have children… But I didn’t have time to say it, What happened. That day, my mother-in-law came over and brought me and my wife a box of braised chicken with ginger and a box of cabbage kimchi. I was feeling happy when my mother-in-law cared about me and my wife, she opened up: “Next time, my parents plan to repair the house. The eldest brother also has to set up a plan. family So you need your own space. Parents plan to renovate an independent room upstairs. Expenses, your father and son roughly calculate an amount …”.

When I told my mother, my wife and I really didn’t have that money, she immediately changed her attitude and asked in return: “You and your husband have two monthly salaries, how do you spend without having enough money? that money?” Having said that, she suggested that starting from the next month’s salary, except for the rent and living expenses, my wife and I would give all the money to my mother to keep it. She thinks that my wife and I are young, have no experience in money management, and wasteful spending won’t save money for later.

I thought it was unreasonable, so I expected my husband to open up the analysis for my mother-in-law to understand, with the income of the couple, after giving my parents a fixed monthly amount, my wife and I have no money left to save. But my husband still laughed when he heard my mother say, did not object. After my mother-in-law came back, my husband said: “Let’s just hold on, baby”. When I replied: “I can’t accept that other people manage our finances”, my husband turned to analyze, if I give money to my mother, she will only keep it for me, whenever I need it. take out and use. “Mother is not someone else, you have to change your mind!”… Why don’t you understand, children also have their own lives?

I’m also his family, but since I’ve been in the same house, I’ve always been the one to suffer. He always cares about his family members, but he doesn’t seem to notice my mood. If we continue to not be able to find a common voice like this, I am the one to endure no matter what, can we be happy together forever?

According to Vietnamese Women