A son is always a cut off piece. You raise a daughter for yourself, and a son for two strangers. For my wife and her mom. It's a shame and it hurts. “I always looked down on other people’s mother-in-law and daughter-in-law squabbles: ugh, how petty, stupid, ugly! A mature, experienced, experienced woman cannot find a common language with a green girl. The devil has contacted the baby! With pity she glanced sideways at the sadly submissive, humble mothers-in-law: they say, since the son has chosen to interfere now... I thought with superiority: with me everything will be different, easy, pleasant and simple. I always dreamed of a daughter: here she is, a ready-made daughter. She and I will become friends. We will keep secrets, go shopping, discuss purchases, and cook pies on holidays. Together we will love our son..."