I have been married for three months and I don’t want to live anymore. It can be said that despite great love and happiness, I live in a madhouse.
Guga and I fell in love at university and we got married within a year. He often told me that he had a “great” family, everyone lived by himself and did not interfere with each other, but what he saw exceeded his expectations. It was the first time I saw a house where no room door was locked. His mother often walks home in a bra, says she is hot, and his father in underwear. My two children do not shy away from walking like this.
I am often afraid to go to the toilet, lest someone jump on me. Of course, the bathroom-toilet door does not close either. If someone enters to bathe, he announces loudly that no one should enter, and we live like crazy people.
How many times have I told Guga about installing locks in the rooms, but he just laughs at that and tells me that then life would be miserable. Two weeks ago, in spite of the warning, I had a stroke while I was swimming.
It turns out that he did not understand that I said that I am going to swim. To this day, everyone is happy about it and say that sometimes such things happen in their family. I can’t even look you in the eyes because of shame. I don’t know how long I can last.
I don’t even want to go home, my grandmother will go crazy with nervousness, my father died a long time ago. Mother has been living and working in France for six years.
Now she’s about to arrive and I don’t know how to introduce my curvy mother-in-law and father-in-law in underwear all the time.
