I didn’t dare spend anything. I sent all the money to my mother-in-law in the village to save up. The day I announced we were going to buy a house, we traveled over 100 kilometers to ask her for the money back… and I was sh0cked by her response.
After getting married, I dedicated myself to earning money and saving.
My husband earned a monthly salary, and I spent very cautiously, not daring to buy anything for myself or our children.
Every cent I saved, I sent to my mother-in-law in the village, thinking, “She’ll help me to keep it, and when we have enough, we’ll buy a house so we wouldn’t have to rent the apartment.”
For years, I lived on the bare minimum, not even daring to buy decent clothes, with the only hope of one day being able to use that money to buy a small apartment in the city.
Until that day, after so much waiting, I happily announced to my husband: “We now have enough money to buy a house. Tomorrow I plan to return to the village to ask Mom for the money and buy the apartment.”
My husband and I excitedly took the bus, traveling hundreds of kilometers with our hearts full of joy.
I imagined myself holding the savings account in my hands, feeling immense happiness.
However, as soon as we came my mil’s house, I was in paralyzed by my mother-in-law’s cold response:
“What money? When have I ever saved anything for you? There’s never been a single cent of yours here!”
I was sh0cked, thinking I had heard wrong.
But she spoke firmly, in a cutting voice, as if she wanted to erase all responsibility.
The room fell into a heavy silence.
Trembling, I frantically searched my messages and transfer receipts, but I had no proof. So many years of saving, and it turned out it was all a blank.
My husband was speechless, his eyes red-rimmed as he stared at his mother.
But what completely froze me was the next moment: in my panic, I saw my sister-in-law emerge from her room, sporting a gleaming designer dress, brand-new leather shoes, and clutching a state-of-the-art phone.
At that moment, I realized where the money I’d worked so hard for all those years had gone.
Everything blurred before my eyes.
Every penny I’d saved, every meal I’d rationed, every piece of clothing I’d refused to buy for my son—it had all been transformed into that gleaming dress, those shiny shoes, and that new phone.
I laughed bitterly, a bitter smile catching in my throat.
“So… for all these years, my husband’s and my efforts only served to keep your daughter comfortable?”
My mother-in-law’s face changed, her eyes briefly embarrassed, but she quickly became aggressive:
“I’ll take care of my daughter! What right do you have as a daughter-in-law to ask? In this house, I decide the money!”
Those words were like the final k.ni.fe that cut the fragile thread of hope I still had.
My husband jumped up, his voice cracking but standing firm:
“Mom, for years my wife and I deprived ourselves of everything, trusting you to help us save our money. It turns out… it was all a lie? If that’s what you’ve decided, from now on we won’t ask you for your help!”
She froze, but kept her expression stern.
As for me, I knew it was time to save my little family.
That day, we left the village empty-handed and heartbroken. But on the bus back to the city, I firmly grasped my husband’s hand and said with conviction:
“Money can be earned again. We may not buy an apartment right away. But trust cannot be rebuilt a second time. From now on, we will depend only on each other, and no one else.”
My husband squeezed my hand tightly, his eyes reddened but shining with determination.
A few years later, through our own efforts, we saved up and bought a small apartment.
The day we moved into our new house, I stood in the living room and burst into tears.
It wasn’t because of the hardships we had endured, but because I finally understood: as long as my husband and I were united, no one could steal our happiness.
I thought to myself, “The lesson that day was very expensive, but thanks to it, I learned to value more what we built with our own hands. And this happiness is truly ours.”
