Month: December 2025

At first, Genka thought his mother had simply put on weight. Though in a strange way. Her waist had suddenly rounded out, while the rest of her looked the same.

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At first, Genka thought his mother had simply gained weight. True, it was strange: her waist had suddenly rounded, but otherwise she looked the same. It felt awkward to ask—what if Mom got offended? Dad stayed silent, looking at her with tenderness, and Genka pretended he hadn’t noticed anything either. But soon her belly was … Read more

In court, my ex-husband’s mother claimed I was obligated to pay their debts — but the “document” didn’t work

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February greeted me with a dull gray light outside the window—and a ringing phone. The number was unfamiliar, but I recognized the voice at once: Valentina Ivanovna, my mother-in-law. Ex–mother-in-law, to be precise. Andrey and I had divorced six months earlier, and since then his mother hadn’t called even once. “Yelena, we need to talk. … Read more

My husband filed papers behind my back at the public services office—he wanted to quietly register his mom, dad, brother, and sister in MY apartment!

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Svetlana loved her apartment almost as much as normal people love their children. But she didn’t have children, so the comparison was actually quite appropriate. The apartment—a two-room place on the fourth floor of a concrete-panel building, bought before her marriage and renovated with the sweat of her parents’ backs and her own mortgage—was her … Read more

— “Sweetheart! Aren’t you happy I took the keys?” my mother-in-law giggled. “Or don’t you like the way I run things in YOUR house?”

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Again I’ve spilled the salt,” I muttered under my breath as I swept the grains off the table. “The day’s gone to hell since morning.” The kitchen smelled of coffee, cheap bologna, and yesterday’s soup that Roman hadn’t finished. Now the bowl sat in the sink, staring at me resentfully. Same old story: I cook, … Read more

My mother-in-law barged in without calling to claim I’d registered the inheritance using forged documents! And you’re just… silent…

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Do you realize this is already too much?” Dmitry’s voice snapped so sharply that Valentina turned around as if someone had struck glass. “Too much?” She set the bag down on the floor, feeling her legs go weak. “An hour ago your mother told me I barged into your life without a dowry. And I’m … Read more

— So you all think it’s normal that I’m the one paying the mortgage on this apartment, and you moved my cousin into my room with her boyfriend without even asking?

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So you’ll tell him, Aunt Gal? Or should I?” Lera’s voice was as sweet as an overripe peach—and just as sticky. She lazily stirred sugar into a cup of cheap instant coffee, leaving brown rings on the saucer. “I’ll tell him, sweetheart. I will,” Galina—Kirill’s mother—waved her off with a plump hand. “Don’t worry. Kiryusha’s … Read more

Did you take the brand-new winter tires off my car and put bald junk from a dump on it so you could sell my wheels and pay off your loan?

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— Honestly, I only ever see stuff like this on cars headed for write-off. Where did you dig up this junk? The cord’s sticking out, the tread is worn down to nothing, and there are cracks all along the sidewall. Driving on this even in summer on dry asphalt is suicide. And in winter… Miss, … Read more

— I froze the account,” the wife said coldly. “The car is mine. The apartment is mine too. Now go ask your mommy

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— “Where have you been wandering around until eleven, huh?” Maxim’s voice carried from the bathroom. It slid into her morning like a drop of ketchup on a white shirt: not a disaster, technically, but it ruined the mood. Elena—already fully dressed to leave, keys in hand and a serious expression—froze in the kitchen doorway. … Read more

— On December 30th, be at my place by six in the evening. The table needs to be set, there’ll be lots of guests,” her mother-in-law barked into the phone—but Alyona didn’t come.

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— “So listen to me carefully,” Polina Markovna’s voice sounded as if she were issuing orders at a military parade. “On December 30th you will be at my place by 6 p.m. We need to set the table—lots of guests are coming. My entire ladies’ club will be there, ten people, maybe twelve. You’ll chop … Read more

First earn money for an apartment and buy one yourself—then you can play the master in it! Until then, don’t even open your mouth here

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“Yanka, hi! I’m nearby — can I swing by in half an hour? I grabbed your favorite cheesecake from that same pastry shop!” The voice message from Marina that popped up on Yana’s phone made her smile. She set her book aside and stretched, feeling lazy Saturday bliss spread through her body. Her apartment—bright, spacious, … Read more