A few years ago, I fell in love with my mother’s son. Love, by the way, was mutual and mad (sick, as friends told us). It was terrible if we didn’t see each other for a few hours. I will let go of boring stories about love to the grave, the point is this: I hated his mother. Her main arguments, which she tried to "understand her son" were the words that I am a terrible Tatar, and they are beautiful Russians and they would have something cooler to give, and money she wants from you!!! (By the way, he studied, and I worked the main expenses were on me).We gently suppressed her objections and anger and we generally had not before her, we have love, you know😁). As the match rumored that his mother offered him a deal, he told his son, throw his tatar-boy-go on a new car, I will buy. We’ve gotten a bit out of this absurdity. N amount of time. SMS comes, I love / tired and all the songs. I cried with burning tears until I learned that my former champion was the owner of a new car, costing about 700,000. Now I laugh at all this, and then it was offensive.