I married early, at 23 years old, after the wedding lived for half a year in a rental apartment, then there was an acute question with housing, there were savings + wanted to take a mortgage and buy ready-made housing. But the wife's parents insisted on the construction of a new house, it was intended to take the amount more + everything they earned to invest in the construction of the house, and at this time to live with her parents, the aunt promised to help with the construction and insisted that we would live with them in a small private house. By the way, I kept the promise, it stretched for 3 years...3 years of hell. The first weeks were not bad enough, but you know that when you start living with people, you will learn about them a lot more, all the bad sides manifest especially strongly.

My husband and I had a small room in which we lived. The morning began with the fact that the aunt sharply opened the door and stared into the room with wishes for a good morning and all the same, I was in some cowards, however, as my husband. In the future it became worse, we closed the door before going to bed, and in the morning it was already opened and the waiter wished good morning, not opening the door. One night I woke up from the fact that the door was opening, opened my eyes and saw the dog enter the room and for 5-10 seconds stared closely at us. But each of them had their own cockroaches, although we lived in their house, I didn’t give it any importance.

Testi is a very characteristic person, no one trusts, impulsive, in addition, a former employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He was always going through everything about me, I felt like he was watching me, there was some sort of persecution mania))). Every evening we always had a conversation with the tester and I felt like I was being interrogated, he was always asking cavernous questions, I was starting to worry, binge, talk, he was asking me more and more information.

His opinion was the most important, we always did what he wanted, he was terribly offended, if my wife and I made a decision without consulting him, he was angry.

To pay tribute to the aunt, he still helped to build the house, was so to say a breakthrough on the construction, but during this time I earned a nervous disorder exactly. He criticized my work all the time, he was always annoyed by the way I breathe, how I sneeze, how I eat, that I sit in the toilet for a long time, and so on. The guys were a gesture, every morning they woke up at 5 a.m. and walked past the room, doing their business, not trying to hide the noise, why I never slept.

The Wife had 2 sisters, both were with children, so while the husbands were at work, they came every day with the children and behaved like at home, could open the door to our room, and there I was myself (because I work with the schedule of the day after two) the husband was at work with the usual daily schedule. I have repeatedly said that I am disturbing them.

Fuh, he said, it became easier. From all this I concluded that living with my parents while married is a gesture because it is the direct path to divorce. Also, if you make an offer to a child with a spouse to live with you, you need to realize that you need to be responsible for your decisions and not show dissatisfaction from living together! Sorry for the bump, thank you all for your attention.

A few years ago moved to a young man, he as a real single man lived without a kitchen, no kitchens, dishes, etc., he is a man of the military, constantly at work, home only to sleep.

I bought the apartment in 15 years, made repairs, floors, ceilings, walls, everything is fine, the living room and bedroom are fully ready, but the kitchen with the bathroom hands did not reach, and "and so will come down."

At first, I was cooking on one electric tiles, soap dishes in the bathroom, which did not fit in my head at all.

Gradually began to move the matter of installing the kitchen from a dead point, here it is worth remembering that it is constantly busy, therefore all the work I control, I also observe the installers, I look at what and how.

I bought all the kitchen appliances, dishes, etc., made measurements, ordered the headset, marked deadlines, I took the weekend and had two days as fun as I could under the constant noise and mat of installers in the kitchen.

I always understand people who do their work, I try to do my best not to interfere, not to meet and not to get in the eye, they ultimately work. On the contrary, think about what I can help them, tobacco, tea, coffee, even sandwiches made in advance to make people comfortable and enjoyable.

The guys finished the installation in two days, everything was done well, I was happy, they, hopefully, too.

A little later decided to order the doors to the bathroom and toilet, I was again challenged to control everything, especially since last time everything went perfectly.

According to the old scheme, everything frozen, ordered, determined with deadlines, I sit and wait.

Nothing predicted trouble, but the beginning became promising, the man who brought the doors, knew in advance that we live on the fifth floor and the elevator we do not have, but this did not prevent him every time, entering the apartment with a new "portion" of tools and component doors, to tell me everything he thinks about this order. Well, maybe his day is tough, I calmly said that if something is needed let him go.

I was watching television, he was constantly drumming something and quarrelling, the outrage was heard even behind the bull of instruments and the noise of the film.

When he finished, I went to check the work, asked a few questions, why this is so, and so on. And then there was just an explosion, he said that he would not explain anything to the girlfriend, once he did so, so it is necessary that it is not his job to check and the housewife I generally like myself, the coffee I made is more like a snack, and in general, normal men don't make them.

His biggest mistake was that I had not yet signed the acts of acceptance of works, and after such a fierce speech, I did not plan to do this at all, I replied to him "not a grandmother's thing" and calmly asked to leave the apartment. I was very scared, but I stood and was as restless as possible. After asking me to leave, I opened the door and invited him out with a gesture, but he was just standing in the hallway and trembling of anger. I began to carry tools to the staircase cage, and he was just standing and holding the papers, it was visible that he was not going to leave and just now will break out of anger and I can get into the epicenter of this disaster and suffer. I offered him to wait for the man and solve all matters with him, but not in my house. He eventually left the apartment and sat on his tools for a few more hours, waiting for my husband to come.

The story ended well, my young man pointed out to him the same shortcomings as I did, but asked to appoint another day to remedy those shortcomings, and, of course, another master. I called the office of the company that deals with the doors and asked to take action against this employee, I don't know if he stayed there to work, but all the shortcomings were quickly and calmly removed by another worker.

What I mean, people are different, there are customers who will eat your brain, and there are workers, masters, etc., with whom it is better not to deal.

More positive and good people in your life.

My husband and I moved a month ago to a rental apartment in a "model" house. A panel that is 30 years old in the bedroom area. When they chose it was very undercover that the territory was fenced, made an internal parking lot, lawn, shops new, all the business. UFC is trying.

After a couple of days we realized that in this "model" house 90% of the population are retired))) Honestly not the best neighborhood, I will tell you. Old age must be respected and all things, but old age, unfortunately, does not respect us and all these cute grandmothers (grandparents remain aside as spectators) decided that a young family couple is not suitable for them in the neighborhood.

After a week, I go home from work. I come home from 7 to 8 p.m. and my husband comes from 9 to 10 p.m. We are very few at home and try to go to the village on weekends, or my husband works on weekends and I am home alone. So, I go home, in my headphones, thinking about what to cook for dinner. There is a woman standing near the elevator. I pull out the headphones, and she starts screaming at me, no, ORATH! I did not even understand at first. In general, it turned out that this woman is the head of the house and all week she receives complaints on us from ALL the neighbors from the upper and lower floors. I told her at first that she probably was wrong. It didn’t happen to us at home, and she wanted to go back to the elevator, as she grabbed my hand and began to prove that it was us who complained. And they complain about the fact that we are infinitely drilling and drilling. Oh, in another person’s apartment, which we rent, we drill and drill 24 hours a day. In addition, we flooded the neighbor from below and she was so upset that she had to call an ambulance, and we were such dwarfs, did not open the door when we were called into the apartment. To my words that we did not open because we were not at home, the woman did not pay any attention at all and continued to express her dissatisfaction with our arrival in this house at the speed of the light. At one point I got tired and I said I was ready to walk around all the neighbors, look in the eyes and ask if we really drill and if we really melt. And you know what? No one opened. We went through 6 apartments and none opened! Okay, I left the phone number and said they would call me and I will deal with the one who complains.

This adventure is not over. A couple of days later, the housewife of the apartment came, hysterically, allegedly, showing what you sprinkled here and where the water you poured all. I calmly took her around the apartment where nothing was found and made her green tea. We sat down, we talked, it turned out that we were complaining that we smoked on the balcony, and also we talked loudly and that my husband coughed loudly in the morning and it is still very late to knock on our door (we come home at 11 and 12). In short, we are terrible and disturb everyone and no one lives from us. The owner seemed to have made 2 and 2 and had no claims to us. Then, periodically, the neighbor on the left caught me and expressed her ills.

A few more days have passed, a hot day, a little wind on the street, a weekend, we sit in the evening on the balcony with my husband, talking about this. Here from the neighboring balcony begins or, something like, and how long will you talk here? I will call the housewife! To be honest, I was bombarded. Still, we pay money for an apartment where you can’t walk, talk, open the door and nothing at all! I began to scream in response that I would call the police at least and that she got me and I will do whatever I want in my house. My husband tried to reassure me and that now I am ridding myself, but I was already cared, I was ready to get stuck with this woman, because she has been drinking my blood slowly for almost a month. Five minutes later, the owner of the apartment calls. I took the phone and started the first one. She expressed her dissatisfaction and that at the conclusion of the contract no word was said about the troubled neighbors. Here she admitted that the previous tenants came together precisely because they did not endure strife with the neighbors. Oh that is what. In general, I also stumbled on the hostess and told her that in a week I am going on vacation and actually all two weeks I will drill, bowl, bowl, turn on porn, bring friends who will roast like horses and arrange ALL "paradise life". The next day the hostess came and we went to the neighbors. The hostess tried to explain something unclear, what the neighbor was shouting, that she would call the police and everything here. I was once again removed from all this. I entered into the conversation and said that my husband and I were going to take a mortgage and that if she did not leave us alone, I would buy this apartment and when I became a full-fledged tenant of the house, she would not know the salvation from me, that I would go to the decree, I would give birth every year to small handsome children, I would have a dog, or maybe even two, who would laugh and lick under the cry of my children, and I would at this moment learn to play the piano, because it is the dream of my whole life. And you know what? It worked! She was psychotic and knocked the door. And I calmly breathed, because for a week no one has ever approached me, did not call, and they are by the side at all. I think that if the grandmother again has an attack of dissatisfaction with our family, then I will start to scare the mess and the hell, I think of learning something in Latin))

Such things, sometimes you have to act radically, not everyone can agree on peace.

I think it turned out to be a bit tumultuous, I wrote straight in emotions, as I remember this, as in a shake takes from rage.

I tell my son (3 years 10 months) about the name change:

You have one name and your future wife will have another. But when you get married, she changes her, and you bring her to us with our last name.

The Lord, not listening, was outraged:

We just missed our wife! There are very few beds at home.

Oh, I dream of speaking this phrase at his wedding.

The laws say that the mountains are bypassed by the wise.

Grandma on the market is a salesman level god. Or as I bought an existential slive.
So, is the crucifix all over?
Of course, the season is over, take the slime, you still have time.
It seems to be for a long time.
- Sliveto yes, but here we and you how much longer - I don't know...

Putin: If the salaries of officials are drastically reduced, they will run away.
And if they start to shoot them sharply, they will not have time to run away.