I was bored of my father's role, so I abandoned my wife and son.I prefer my mother's dinners and a comfortable sofa than diapers and screams

I met Kama at work.Normal thing - if someone spends eight to ten hours a day at the company, where should he find a girl?But my mother didn't like it.

"I thought you would marry a doctor," she said.- You know you have poor health.It would be a wise decision.You don't know any doctor?Maybe I will arrange a visit to my daughter Bogna, he is a dermatologist.You definitely have any skin problems, right?

I interrupted her arguments with struggle.Mom always knew what was best for me.I was tired of it, but I never told her directly to stop deciding for me.

Only for over thirty years it even worked.Mom found a flat for me and arranged a loan from the bank.Sure, I repaid him, but in my life I couldn't cope with all this paperwork.I died at the first point, i.e. providing an annual PIT.He was at his mother because she settled me since I started working.

"Yes, yes, I'll take everything to them," she said calming down.- You just apply for a certificate of earnings from work.I'm just going for documents to the developer.

I was granted a loan, my mother went to a notary with me and I became a happy owner of M-3.Naturally, they had to be finished.Mom took care of everything - from finding a renovation team, to the choice of wall color.I didn't care, I passed her taste.

- I chose a beige paint for the bedroom, because it is a neutral color - she reported to me the progress of work in the apartment.I didn't even have a lot to go there.- But I told the hall orange, the liner will be brown.Do you prefer a green or blue bathroom?

"I don't know all in all ... the ground is a shower and a toilet," I joked.

So she chose blue tiles.Before I moved into a ready, furnished apartment, my mother also bought me two sets of bedding.

"Two hundred in two hundred," the quilts informed me.- Because you have a double bed.After all, you'll find a wife.There is nothing to delay with it, you are thirty -one, Oleczku!

Kamila is fine, I can marry her

Yes, my mother has already planned my wedding and even children.I was supposed to have at least two of them.She expected that they would go to the same kindergarten as me, close to her home.Ultimately, she chose a flat in the same district, so it was logical.But I didn't like my girlfriend.

Kamila worked as a receptionist in my company.It is two years younger than me and none of it beauty, nor does it stand out with anything special.She is taciturn, which suited me from the beginning, because all my life I listened to my mother's talk and I felt good in the company of a woman who can remain silent.

- What is your dad?- the fiancée once asked me.

"I don't know him very much," I admitted.- He left when I was little.Mom brought me up alone.She was a real heroine.I met my father a few times in my life, recently two years ago.

I told her about this meeting.Of course, my mother arranged us.She claimed that I had to contact my father because it is important for a man.So I agreed to go to the cafe and stared at the door for a quarter of an hour, imagining that my father enters through it and this is how a new, wonderful period in my life begins.

I was thinking about joint fish trips and watching matches, because fathers with adult sons do it, right?At least in the movies I watched with my mother.The father turned out to be a thin, stooped man in too much jacket and a terrible yellow tie.

He had a company that makes prints on cups and we talked for an hour only about it.I learned a lot about porcelain printing techniques, but not much about who my father is, and why he left my mother and me when I was barely a year and a half.

"Marriage and paternity was not for me," he confessed, when I finally dared to ask him.- But I was sure that Zosia would raise you as a decent man.She was always so brave and reasonable.

We said goodbye when it became clear that we had nothing to talk about.Since then, we've never met again.I told my mother that my father spoke about her very warmly.I think it enjoyed it.

Kamila only wanted to get a civil wedding, but my mother insisted on the church.I didn't care, but I convinced my fiancée to a religious ceremony.Otherwise my mother just wouldn't give me a peace.She was still sniffing that I was getting married to a receptionist, so I wanted to make her happy with this church wedding.Let him have what I do.

After the wedding, Kamil moved to me.She immediately began to change everything in the apartment.

"We have to throw this cabinet and put in the dishwasher," she ordered.- I also want to cut the wall between the kitchen and the large room so as not to run with plates in the hallway.And you need to buy a clothes dryer, because when we hang wet things on the balcony, they catch all the dirt from the street.And in the winter in the bathroom will not fit.

I told her that I don't care, now it is her apartment, so let her do what she wants.One evening, however, Kamila greeted me in the door, all shaken.It turned out that my mother called and she firmly forbade her to cut this wall.

She claimed that she did not choose the color of the paint for half a day, so that everything would go into rubble now.Kamila quaried with her, she said that it was her home now, her mother pointed out to her, that only for a few weeks, and at the end they both decided that I was to decide on the wall.

"But I don't care," I tried to get away from this responsibility.- In total, this color is nice, and the kitchen table just fits in the corner.On the other hand, maybe it would be easier to wear plates to the room in the event of some party ... Well, but again to do renovation?

The wall finally stayed, but Kamila was not satisfied with it.She claimed that I am too important to my mother's opinion.It irritated her that I was talking to my mother every evening and telling what was going on with us.Once furious, when she learned from such a conversation that my tooth hurts and my mother, I would like to make me to our dentist.

- You didn't tell me that it hurts you!She jumped out with a grudge.

- Why should I tell you?- I was really surprised.- I took painkillers and I have better.Until tomorrow I will keep it somehow.Mom will call back, which I have a visit.

Kamila was not in my head that I did not do it myself, but I explained to her that it was so simpler.I didn't even have a number to the office, my mother always took care of my review dates and arranged me for visits.She felt needed and I didn't have to have it on my head.Such a arrangement.

Pretty cool this small one, but why is it so much crying?

A year after the wedding, the wife became pregnant.I was glad I would be a dad.That was the plan.

- He's a boy, mom!- I called after another ultrasound examination.- I will have a son!

- It's great!She was happy.- Do you already have a cot, changing table and stroller?NO?Well, we must go for everything!

It seemed to me that it was quite early, because Kamila was barely in the third month, but I agreed.One day I surprised my wife with new furniture for a child's room and a beautiful, multi -functional wheelchair from the top shelf.My mother paid for the pram.I didn't even think that the gondola on four wheels could cost two and a half thousand!

- But I didn't want one!- Stone a stroller didn't like it at all.- I already had a model and it's twice cheaper!

- But this one is the best in its class - I defended the choice of mom.- See, has a detachable seat, turns into a stroller, and there is a bag for accessories.

- But I wanted a different one!Go back!I will drive this pram for several years, not your mother!You do not understand this?

I was again between the hammer and the anvil, like with this unfortunate wall.I was supposed to return a gift from my mother?It doesn't do that.

- Mom, Kamila would like another stroller - I tried to translate.- I checked in the store, we can still replace it with another model.In addition, twice cheaper.

Mom - understandable - she got angry.She insisted that the model she chose had five stars in safety tests, and the one that my wife chose, too hard wheels.This causes shocks on uneven surfaces and will certainly be very harmful to the child.

Ultimately, I just bought a second stroller that Kamila wanted.The one from my mother stood on the balcony, and ours in the hallway.I asked my wife to change places when my mother would come to us.

She looked at me as an idiot and said it was time to cut the umbilical cord.I pretended I don't know what he meant.It makes no sense to argue with a pregnant woman.When Stas was born, it all started going even worse.

Mom quickly discovered that we did not use her pram, because she came to us without an announcement, and almost every day.Somehow she swallowed, but she still had attention to how Kamila deals with the child.

When I was coming back from work, I often found them arguing about what diaper brand is more delicate for the child's skin, and whether the baby should be put on a hat when it is twenty degrees outside.I quickly learned to stay in the company after hours, explaining that I had to earn somehow on these diapers and hats.

In the end, Kamil demanded that I take my mother to our apartment because she had enough of her constant visits.I didn't do it, but I sensitized my parent to make an appointment first.It ended up that my mother came when we weren't at home.She cleaned us then, was garbage, sterilized bottles.

"I would prefer you to do it," Kamila sarkała.- You can't really take the garbage?

- But they are elevated ...

- I'm not saying that now, divine wounds!The wife was annoyed.- Generally!You are my husband, you could get more involved in your family!And paternity!

What second child?I didn't even want it

I didn't understand what she meant.I loved my son.I liked to wear it and play with him with a ratchet.But it is known that women with a child do everything better.Kamila did well, she was able to rewind the small in several dozen seconds, while stirring porridge and singing a lullaby.

I had difficulty distinguishing the front of the diaper from its back.And even printed pictures did not help much.In the end I began to be tired of my wife's constant complaining that I was not involved in my family.

I didn't know what exactly she expected from me.After all, I earned money and I even took this rubbish, because in the end Kamila forced me to talk to me with my mother.I asked her not to come to us.So she only came to see her grandson.And give us some good advice.

In the summer, Kamila wanted to go on vacation.In my opinion, Stasiek was still too small, but she insisted that the air change would do good.We went to the seaside for a week.It was only there that I was tired of my husband and father's role.I could not stand my wife and son still in one space, I missed work, my desk, which was my inviolable territory.

- Take him for a walk.Give him a carrot with apple.Rub him with a filter cream - my wife still had some tasks for me.

I had no idea that there was so much work with the child!It was terribly frustrating.

- Put on him a hat.Pack wet wipes.Take my glasses!

Still commands, still duties ...

I returned to work with relief.This vacation tired me more than half a year at work!

- This is how you become a father!- My friends patted my shoulder.- get used to it, man.It will be worse with the second child!

Then I realized that I just don't fit it.I didn't want to have a second child.I didn't really want the first one.I also got married like in momentum ... I thought about the time when I was alone.Well, actually not alone, because she was always next to my mother.

I felt as they say, looked after, someone cared for me, worried when a tooth hurt me and helped me with PIT.And now?Kamila had more and more expectations.I had to enroll my son to a doctor, chase to the pharmacy and to the bazaar for fresh vegetables for soups, boil teats and watch vaccination.

I was starting to understand why my father couldn't stand it.I didn't want a divorce.I told Kamila that I would just move out for now.I left her apartment, I keep them financially.I rented a tiny studio for myself, but I don't need anymore.

I'm happy with my life again, I sleep nights, I don't go irritated and frustrated.Mom tosses me lunch in jars, sometimes she falls to clean up.But in total, these few months with Kama a little me, so to speak, it became independent.I manage.

Do I feel that I broke as a father?Sometimes yes, but then I remember that Staś stayed with his mother, a really brave and reasonable woman.I'm sure he'll raise him as a decent man.I would just disturb her.

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