My name is Li Bing, and I am an ordinary white-collar employee. My family was not wealthy, but I worked hard and finally saved enough 1 million yuan before marriage at the age of 30 to buy a small house.
My husband and I have been married for two years and have always had a good relationship. He is handsome, has a successful career, and is the kind of man who can give face. We were also happily married, and I thought I was lucky.
However, after returning home from a business trip, something happened that I didn't expect. When I opened the bedroom door, I saw an unknown woman lying on my master bed. She has a good face and a tall figure, which is unforgettable at first sight. I froze in place, completely unresponsive.
Who are you?This is my home!I shouted at her angrily.
Oh, you're Li Bing, I heard that you spent a lot of money to buy this house. She got up lazily and flipped through the pages with her phone, "I'm your husband's cousin, and I'm here to find a place to live temporarily." ”
A surge of anger welled up in my heart. However, I also understood that I was a guest after all, and the other party was also a relative of my husband, so I couldn't treat her like an intruder.
At my request, she left the master bedroom and went to the guest room. However, from that day on, I had no good impression of her. Every day I can see her hanging out at home, playing on her phone, and occasionally asking me some questions with concern. I felt more and more uneasy, feeling that there was a stranger in my home, and it was suffocating.
Li Bing, you can lay on the floor, so that your cousin can live more comfortably. One day, my mother-in-law actually said something like this. I can't believe that my rights have been denied like this
I was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and said firmly, "I bought this house for our family, not just for me. I will not give up my rights just because of my cousin's temporary accommodation. ”
The mother-in-law looked displeased, then turned and left. I know it's not over yet.
The days that followed, I continued to live a busy life. I still work hard in the company and focus on my career. However, I became more and more sensitive to the changes in my home. Every day after returning home, I am always haunted by the atmosphere of home, as if there is an invisible shadow hanging over our family.
Until one day, I overheard a conversation between my husband and his mother. They were discussing how I moved out and talked about how to divide the room. At that moment, I felt like my heart was being torn apart.
I'm not divorced, but I need a space to prove my existence. "I made up my mind in my heart.
The next day, I made up my mind and started cleaning the guest room. I sorted out the clutter and set up a new Xi and workspace. I've set up desks, bookshelves, and some warm decorations. This room has since become my exclusive world.
My mother-in-law saw my changes and froze in place. I also saw the dissatisfaction in her eyes, and even a little bit of loss. But, I knew it was something I had to insist on.
Slowly, the atmosphere in the house began to ease. I have my own space and rhythm of life, and I am no longer excluded as before. My husband also began to respect my arrangement and was no longer easily swayed by the rest of the family. I also learned that as a woman, I have to protect my rights, both in my career and in my life.
Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, my relationship with my mother-in-law gradually eased. I finally understand that every family will have friction and run-in, and only persistence and understanding can make it more complete and beautiful.
Now, every time I walk into my workspace and see that neat row of books and bright lights, I feel an inexplicable sense of pride and satisfaction. This space is not only my work area, but also a testament to my persistence and a part of my family life.