However, as soon as I finished removing my makeup, the door opened:ad “Mom is too drunk, let her lie down for a while, she’s too loud down.” My mother-in-law, a controlling and notoriously strict woman, stumbled, hugging a pillow, with her breath stinking of alcohol, her low-cut blouse and her red face. Gentey society.ad
I was about to help her in the living room, but my husband stopped me: “Let mom go to bed here, it’s just a night. One night. Our wedding night.”ad
Bitterly, I took the pillow to the couch, not daring to react for fear of being labeled a “rude wife.”
All night I jumped and went back to bed, unable to sleep. Someone’s shadow from above walked back and forth, the wood creaked, then the silence. It was almost daylight when I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was almost 6 a.m. I climbed the stairs with the intention of waking up my husband and greeting my relatives. I opened the door gently… and froze. My husband was lying on his back. My mother-in-law was very close to him, in the same bed that I had given up for her. I approached, with the intention of waking him up. But when I looked at the sheet, I stopped abruptly. On the white sheet… there was a fax
