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From time to time, stories happen to people that you want to tell your grandchildren about in old age. It’s especially great when such stories happen within close-knit families.

website I have collected for you several true stories that tell about the lives of someone’s family and friends. And even if some lack special effects, they are all sincere and full of family warmth.

• Grandmother called yesterday and complained that grandfather had gone somewhere and had been gone for a very long time, asking to go look for him. I say, “Okay, okay, I’ll look,” and I sit and look at my grandfather, who is sitting in my house and burning a portrait of my grandmother on a wooden board. Their anniversary is Thursday.

"My 84-year-old grandmother apologized for walking around in front of me in her nightgown. I said it was no problem because it actually looked very cozy. After that, she offered me one of her nightgowns. And I I couldn't refuse"

"I obviously need to talk to my daughter. But right now I don't even know what to say."

"My dad bought a selfie stick and it was the first thing he sent me."

I don’t know how many people are aware, but after registering for pregnancy, in addition to constant monitoring by a gynecologist, a woman must undergo specialist examination. So, having completed this quest, I collected reports from all the necessary doctors. My husband and I are sitting at my parents’ house in the evening, drinking tea with buns, and he asks about the results:
- Well, is everything okay?
- The ophthalmologist wrote “convergent strabismus of the left eye”, the ENT specialist wrote that the nasal septum was curved. Well, and also scoliosis.
Husband, slightly dazed:
- What didn’t you tell me before the wedding?
To which my mother retorted:
- With us she was normal, it was after the wedding that she became distorted.

• "Ordered a custom sign with a family photo, but got a souvenir with a random Asian family and photoshopped penguins. I'm not even mad."

  "My pregnant belly helped me out this Halloween. I present to you the Supernacho Maternity Costume."

  • On our wedding day, my fiance (now husband) wrote “Take me away, I don’t know her” on a sky lantern.
  • I'm not a squeamish guy. Sometimes I drop something on the floor, pick it up, blow it into my mouth. When children appeared, I began to control myself, but I remember one incident: we were sitting in the kitchen, my daughter dropped a piece of pie on the floor, and when my wife wanted to pick it up, the daughter screamed: “Mom, don’t touch it! This is daddy’s piece!”
  • We decided to go for our second child. And twins were born. So they gave us heat. They screamed around the clock, especially actively at night. It was VERY hard. And then one night my husband and I managed to put them to sleep. He went to the toilet. And I wanted to drink. I sit quietly in the kitchen in the dark. He comes out - I’m not with the children. To another room - no. To the kitchen - I didn’t notice it in the dark. To the toilet - no. He started rushing around the apartment, then ran into the kitchen, turned on the light, his eyes were crazy: “I thought you ran away!” Really scared. But, I must admit, I had this thought...

  "One of the benefits of having a daughter is you can drive her Barbie Jeep when she's had too much to drink."

  • I'm on maternity leave, and my husband works constantly. He gets up early, comes in the evening and almost falls off his feet. Usually in the morning I get up with him, prepare breakfast and accompany him to work. Today I wake up and my husband is not there. I look at the time - 10 o'clock. I’m angry that I overslept and didn’t see him off. I go into the kitchen: the plates are washed, everything is neatly laid out, the table is cleared. On the table there is a bouquet of flowers and my favorite cookies, and next to it is a note: “Your job as a mother is more important than mine. Kiss you". I could barely hold back my tears.

I don’t know what to do: I’ve been dating a guy for 3.5 years. Secretly from his mother, because she hates him. I can’t marry him against my mother’s will, because my mother (my mother) is threatening to commit suicide. There are no problems from his family. My mother definitely won’t let me marry my beloved, I’ll marry against my mother’s will, I’ll blame myself all my life for her death (I’m her only daughter, my dad died 18 years ago, she raised me alone.). I don't want her to hate her grandchildren.

She only sees one husband for me. No, she only sees one father for her grandchildren. I’m scared to talk about it, but she even suggested that I seduce her friend’s son and have a child with him, albeit out of wedlock. I am not a prude at all, and I have nothing against having children out of wedlock. But. Without love. Use a man as a sire and a woman as a breeding female? And all this to preserve the purity of the blood. Aristocracy, damn it.

Father wants to marry

Hello, Ekaterina! In your letter, you focus on the fact that: “My father and I quarrel very often about marriage. "and further:". because but he wants me find rich guy. "Let's figure it out together. In fact, he hasn’t found you the person he’s talking about, but the fact that the father wants to marry his daughter to a rich, promising, smart young man—what’s wrong with that? Any father who puts a lot of strength and energy into raising his daughter wants and desires this. But even earlier, you wrote that: “He comes to me at 10 pm and I come home late AND my father said yesterday. ". How do you think your father feels when your boyfriend, who is not yet working, comes to you late and you return home too late, most likely after midnight? What does he feel and think?? There is not much that is pleasant, according to my feelings - HE worries about you, because... loves you, worries that nothing “like that” happens to you, maybe he himself doesn’t realize his fear for you. But if your boyfriend came to you early and you came home around 10:00 or 11:00 p.m., with the exception of birthdays, etc., then your dad would treat you and your behavior differently. You need to talk to your father and clarify your relationship with him. Realize and understand what actually stands behind his words? What is his attitude and message to you personally? Moreover, you didn’t write anything: do your boyfriend and father know each other? Does he know about your prospects, do you have them? What are his intentions towards you? If you come back late, are you respecting your boundaries? What I mean? Do you keep your word, do you go back to the time you said? Most likely not, since this is precisely what causes your frequent scandals with your father! If you had come on time, introduced your boyfriend to his father, where he saw and got to know him better, then your relationship would have taken a completely different turn, favorable for you, and for your boyfriend and for your father! Answer yourself this question: “What, you can’t meet at other times of the day: daytime or so that it’s not so late, or at least alternate. Realize your feelings for your father and do not ignore them, react and live, and then your attitude and perception towards him will change and you will begin to see what was previously hidden from you! All the best! Sincerely, Lyudmila K.

Hello, Ekaterina! I don’t understand what exactly you are looking for help with. If it’s whether you should obey your father or not, then you decide for yourself. It’s surprising to me, of course, that in the 21st century, in the far from backward city of Almaty, a girl thinks whether she should choose her own partner or prefer her father’s candidacy. But it is your right to live by the laws you want. Just keep in mind that if a person gives responsibility for HIS life decisions to other people, then he will no longer live his own life, but THEIR life. Although she may be quite well-fed and prosperous. And I think you are able to make the choice of how you live, and who to listen to (yourself or your dad). All the best, Elena.

They want to marry me off against my consent...

I really need your advice. This summer there have been big changes in my family. I'm 20 years old and still studying. When I entered, my parents told me that there could be no talk of marriage until I finished my studies; Before this year, I was matched 10 times, but my parents refused each time, and I was calm. In the summer, a young man came to marry me, and my parents were obsessed with his money. I was categorically against this marriage, and today I remain against it, but my parents forcibly want to marry me off to him. At the same time, another guy came to marry me, but my parents refused him. And I chose the second one. They didn’t even ask me, they just shouted, beat me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t marry the first one.

I can't understand why they do this. They see that I am on the verge - may Allah forgive me, I even thought about suicide. For my parents, the main thing, apparently, is money; before this incident, I could not even imagine something like this. I understand that they wish me a good life, but is it really necessary to do this by force?!

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Mother made the preparations on her own, grumbling under her breath. She didn’t want to anger my father before my husband’s arrival over all sorts of trifles in the kitchen, that’s not customary. So she single-handedly set a table worthy of a king. The aroma of food reached my nose, and I became increasingly worse from growing anxiety.

My family returned from the trip and no longer mentioned the guests who probably flocked to the doors of our house in Morocco. Of course, the matter was decided a long time ago. Mother just said that we were expecting a guest. Father added that we should try to please him. My life went on as usual, I continued to go to work, not attaching much importance to all this talk about the guest, and by the beginning of autumn I was still not in the know. He showed up one Sunday evening. This was just at the time when my own parents kicked out the passion of one of my brothers for having an affair with a Muslim. The father accepted the girl from us without blinking an eye; and if I asked for something like that, I’m scared to imagine his reaction. Complete nonsense: a Muslim boy can date a girl of a different faith, but never a girl! Nevertheless, Melissa decided to change her religion. She was obedient, obeyed the family rules and went on holiday with them to Morocco. For the first time in my life, my friend lived under the same roof. She slept with me - she was not yet my brother’s wife. Everyone, including me in particular, accepted Melissa as family. It was great sharing household chores with her. One day in late autumn the phone rang and a man’s voice asked for my father. - Dad, this is for you. Some Musa. Mom suddenly began to fuss. - Musa? Is that really what he called himself? This is the man who comes from Morocco.

The father married the girl without her consent, but her whole world turns upside down when she sees who the groom is

Wrapping herself tighter in her gray shawl, she suddenly remembered how warm it was in the summer, when her mother sometimes stroked her head, sitting on the porch of the house in the evening. In those moments, she thought about how the stars sparkled, about the defenselessness and fragility of the chickens that hatched in the morning, about how well and fearlessly her younger brother Victor swam. Five years had already passed since her mother died, and Lisa still remembered those magical warm evenings filled with her mother’s presence. She carefully hid these memories, which allowed her to be an ordinary carefree child, at least there, on the old porch of a distant house.

Everything was alien to Liza in this poor, cold house. The year was 1925, and Liza’s family was no different from other similarly poor families who barely eked out their existence, trying to feed a dozen children’s mouths. She, tired from the hard labor of the village, when all the work was done, sat down to mend next to her stepbrothers, trying to overhear as much of their conversations as possible about school life. Sometimes her father noticed this, and then it was not easy for Lisa: he showered her with a river of offensive slaps, drove her away into the coldest room, but soon forgot about her existence, so Lisa could return to her work the very next day.

Psychological help - My parents want to marry me to a man I don’t like

“My parents are marrying me off: at first I agreed without communicating with the groom, but later, when I was matched, I saw the groom, I didn’t like him. Now I don’t know what to do - I haven’t seen a single Muslim quality in him, and my heart doesn’t want to. And my parents want me to marry him. What should I do so that Allah is pleased with me - listen to my heart or listen to my parents?”

The Muslim woman knows that Allah Almighty has made man the patron of women: “Men are the patrons of women, because Allah has given one of them an advantage over others and because they spend from their property” (Sura 4 “Women”, verse 34). Therefore, she chooses a man whom she would like to see as her patron and life partner.

Islam is for everyone

It is very important to obey your parents, for Allah Almighty says: “Your Lord has ordered you not to worship anyone other than Him, and to show kindness to your parents. If one or both of your parents reaches old age, then do not speak angrily to them, do not grumble at them, and address them with respect” (Quran, 17:23).

It must be added that in Islam, parents do not have the right to force their children to marry those they do not want. The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) categorically stated: “A woman who has never been married cannot be married off without her consent, and a woman who has been married cannot be married off without her order.”

It’s scary to think, but the internal statement that I am unloved by my mother has a catastrophic effect on relationships with the opposite sex. If it so happens that the son does not love his mother, then he is unlikely to be able to love his wife and children. Such a person is unsure of his abilities, does not trust people, cannot adequately assess the situation at work and outside the home, which affects his career growth and the environment as a whole. This also applies to daughters who do not love their mothers.

The most precious word in life for every person is mother. She was for us the source of the most valuable thing - life. How does it happen that there are children and even adults from whom you can hear the terrible words: “Mom doesn’t love me...”? Can such a person become happy? What consequences await an unloved child in adult life and what to do in such a situation?

Parents are going to forcefully marry

She probably didn't take care of herself. They don't take as much care of their appearance there as in Russia or Ukraine. The husband most likely has nothing to do with it. She just has bad teeth.
I'm not just talking about her, every second person has a similar story with her teeth. (maybe fashionable))))))). This is true about virgins. Although at 17 it is normal to be a virgin.

But I believe that parents will not give bad advice, if a person is serious and loves you, the author, then you should go out, and then get an education while married. This is in any way better than going through 48 beds and never finding a worthy person or being disappointed in our modern men, deprived of any understanding of family, traditions and responsibility.

Marry without father's permission 2

As the Sheikh writes Umar ibn Qarakhdaghi al-Shafi'i (died in 1355) in his book “Ikhtilaf al-Ashiya fi fiqh al-Shafi'i”\"Disagreement of the Sheikhs of the Shafi'i madhhab", page 263: “The words of Ibn Hajar al-Haytami in the book “Tuhfa” indicate that his choice fell on the authority of the guardianship of the “fasiqa” (sinner). This is also the opinion of al-Ghazali, Imam an-Nawawi considered it a good opinion in the book “Roads”, such a fatwa was given by Ibn al-Salah and al-Azrai. Al-Subki considered this opinion strong, and it was also chosen by a group of other scientists.” I will add: He was also chosen by Imam Izzud-din ibn Abdu-Salam in his Fatawas.

In those countries where Muslims live in a minority or the political system excludes the presence of Shariah courts, but there are organizations performing the functions of resolving divorce proceedings according to Shariah, Muslims should contact them, or reputable Faqih Scholars (jurists) in society who can act as judges in controversial issues. The role of the Scholars in such a situation, when Muslims do not have an Islamic ruler, is dominant, and it is they who in this case are “Awliyya al-Umur” (leaders for Muslims).

Losing a loved one is easy, but regaining an emotional connection or finding an equally strong new one is not the easiest task. Perhaps you shouldn’t be a hero and try to figure out a problem on your own that seems unsolvable to you. We offer you professional help from psychologists from Center for Successful Relationships. You send us your story, and we publish it with expert comments. In order for us to better understand the essence of the problem, please send as detailed (of course, as appropriate for you personally) stories. And we will do everything possible to ensure that good mood, harmony and peace return to your home. The anonymity of letters is guaranteed. We are waiting for your letters at [email protected]. To prevent your letter from getting lost, please indicate “My Story” in the subject line.

I read the story “My Mother is a Nightmare” on the website and decided to write in the “Advice from a Psychologist” section so that you could help me understand my situation, since my mother is also a nightmare, and my nerves will soon give out, and I will either end up in a psychiatric hospital, Or I’ll be on antidepressants. Maybe the problem is in me and I should change myself so as not to poison the lives of my parents. I grew up in an ordinary family - dad, mom, sister and me. My sister and I are only one year and three months apart, but for our parents she was always small and defenseless, and I was always the eldest, responsible and decisive. The adults solved all her problems for her, and I solved them for myself. It never occurred to me to ask my parents for help. And they weren’t particularly interested in my life. My grades at school and college were important to them, and no matter what I said, no matter what I did, I was always wrong, and even if it was obvious that the truth was on my side, my mother still stood her ground and found a new reason, to humiliate me. I often heard about my stupidity and stupidity, and insults flowed from my mother’s lips without interruption. When I grew up, she generally stopped holding back her statements.

Mom was always only interested in her friends and how she would look in front of them, what people would say about her apartment, her appearance, and, of course, it was important for her that her children look the best in the eyes of relatives and friends. But at home she continued to talk about my worthlessness, and in public she only praised and extolled me.

My father also often got it from her, she humiliated and insulted him at home, but in public - he is an ideal husband. True, my dad is good, he constantly played and went with us outside to various events. At least he paid much more attention to my sister and me than my mother. Everything she needed to keep her home clean and tidy.

My sister was constantly set as an example; she was allowed almost everything. Even as a child, she could throw a scandal about inappropriate clothes, saying that she wouldn’t wear this thing, and her mother would run around her. My sister studied with excellent marks, was an example in the class, sat and crammed lessons all the time, and almost never went anywhere. She had few friends, and even more so. Quiet gray mouse, boring and boring. And, of course, I am the complete opposite: a beautiful, very active, cheerful girl with a lot of fans. Sometimes I “played tricks,” but this was only because they did not believe or trust me. I simply made all the decisions myself, did not consult, and then, however, I received money for it, but I was sure that if I did something, I would be responsible myself. I won’t say that I didn’t obey, I just sometimes went against the opinions of my parents, so I hid some actions. They won’t believe you anyway and they will twist the whole situation so much that you start to think that you are a bad, “wandering daughter,” although I studied well.

I got married at 22, and now I’m sure it wasn’t for love, but simply because I wanted to escape from my home. A year later my daughter was born, but my husband and I lived poorly. Of course, many conflicts occurred because of my mother, who always tried to make the situation worse, and I believed that she was right and meant well. All the same, my ex-husband and I are to blame ourselves: we constantly fought, he raised his hand to me, insulted me, then he left, then I collected his things. Sometimes he and I lived with his parents, sometimes with mine. My dad has an apartment, and when we got married, we wanted to buy it, but for the amount we had, mom and dad wouldn’t give it to us. We wanted to rent an apartment from our parents, but they raised the price so much that it was easier and cheaper to rent from strangers. Although my husband earned good money, I was on maternity leave and studied on a paid basis. When my husband left and left us with a small child, my mother took pleasure and enjoyed telling me that I was a fool and had a bad marriage, and now I was left without money, on water and bread. My husband didn’t help on purpose, thinking that he could get me back this way. We lived like this for five years, of which we were together for a maximum of two years, so when I went to work, I left him. There was no support or help from parents either. The mother sometimes bought something for the child, although she helped me watch it (but now I hear that it was she who raised the child).

I give the last to my daughter, she gets everything that other children have. Now the girl is 8 years old, her father loves her and takes her on vacation. My mother calls me “mother cuckoo” because I give the child to the father, and if I don’t let my daughter see my ex-husband, then that means I’m evil.

Now I live with another man who helps me raise my child, we live temporarily with my parents, we are renovating our apartment. My mother is again unhappy that I have a new man and even insults my boyfriend. She calls him by name only in front of him, and behind his back... she even resorts to obscene and vulgar expressions. My mother constantly tells me that he will leave me.

But my sister and her husband live in the very apartment that I wanted to buy, they rented it for pennies, and when they got married, they gave the apartment to my sister for free. Mom admires her husband and never says too much.

This is such a difficult story... Maybe you can help me and tell me what to do. What I’m most afraid of is not ruining my relationship with her, but losing the person who is next to me, because he’s tired of scandals, he can’t imagine why they hate me so much, that I did something like that... My daughter witnesses conflicts, my mother turns her against me . Help, give advice.