The boy's letter to the mother will be given: My wife beat you up and I did.

Family problems between the bride and mother-in-law continue to be a plague on Albanian society.

The following will be the letter of a married boy with two children who wrote and apologized to his mother after not reacting in time to his fight with his bride.

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Your Honor.

I'm writing this letter not only to tell my story but also to ask men not to forget their mothers.

I would also ask all future mothers and women or girls to think of themselves as men.

I am from southern Albania, from the city of flowers, as my city is called. Now I'm the father of two wonderful children.

My story dates back to my conception in the womb. My father was a military worker when he married my mother. My mother used to make me a cook and always worked as a chef because she was very good.

My parents had been married for two years, and when they finally decided to become parents, my father was told that he had to move with work on the border for two or three months because of training there.

But the department he worked for had three weeks to prepare for the movement. Two weeks before he left, my mother gave him the beautiful news that he was pregnant. My father had two weeks to enjoy the presence of his child in the womb of the most wonderful woman in the world.

My mom tells me those two weeks he was the happiest man in the world. Every afternoon he spoke to his belly, he spoke with a love that only in a dream can a man meet”. But he must have felt the heart that his joy would not continue for long.

On the appointed day they set out, and they were in a good state. The next day, the department had begun training, and all the days forth, but one unfortunate day for my father, a rifle was accidentally fired and caught in the head. He took another breath in the arms of his friends and died.

My mother, of course, was killed by the riddles. She was brought to the man confined to the coffin and had suffered so much damage because the soldier had been nearby that the doctors said that the coffin would not be opened at all.

She kept alive in her memories only when he was alive, who spoke to her and caress her. They have loved one another very much, because mine also this day, which is sixty-five years old, weeps for him. She raised me in love with both of them and never married again. As the hero's son, I had privileges everywhere I went to the office.

In addition, my mother was greatly assisted by my father's relatives, like my uncles.

Today that I am a parent, I can understand what I heard and saw as a child. When I grew up, I continued my high school in Tirana, and there I met a girl from Middle Albania. Our relationship lasted three years as a lover.

After finishing school, I immediately got a job and certainly had the opportunity to come to Tirana for my girlfriend. When she finished school, we got engaged.

The day I told my mother that I was in love with a girl and I didn't know if she would like it, she said:

If you like it, make sure I like it too. If it makes you happy, you know I'm gonna die like the happiest mother in this world. This is the only and last thing I want to see: x1> embraced me, kissed me, and wept, but this time there were tears of joy.

We stayed a year engaged and decided to get married. Even neighborhood women remember they've been cleaning up the entire alley, that “wed Halimi, they said, the cream of children”.

Of course, we were happy newly married. My wife was also calm and kind. Lucky for him, he started work very quickly because an honorable woman retired, but things didn't always get better.

That's what happened to me. I walked a little bit, to let him know that he could say it more gently, but I did not. My mother reacted first.

I lost my hand a little bit more than normal, but I made dinner. Mother gave you some of that, that we fix it?

This was the first frustration between the two, but not the last. When I sat down to sleep, I tried well to tell my wife that she was a special mother who had sacrificed her youth to raise me.

She could have aborted me right after my father's death, but she gave me birth and raised me among all the goods. The bride, with half her voice, apologized and slept.

After some time my wife also became pregnant, and we certainly were happy. Throughout my wife's pregnancy, my husband cooked me, lau, ironos did all the work.

“I don't want you to get any tired, I want you to make me a healthy nephew or niece, without chores here. When I have the power to do it, I will, when I do, leave, but you will not touch anything. ”

So my wife stayed as the king's daughter not only during her pregnancy but also after her daughter was born. He only made half the maternity leave that he was my mother at home. She got to the point that when my wife started working, she told me to get the girl's bed out of her room.

” The girl cries at night that she's a baby, and you have to go to work in the morning. Besides, she's staying with me all day...”

So my daughter's bed passed through my mother's room, and my mother and I would say hi and settle down as if we were teenagers. But fired and comfortable, like my wife, she would certainly have pulled out the cranes for the girl's achievement.

Why did you wash your lips, Mom? Look what the maid looks like, she's out of the garbage can! We just got back from work.

By nature, I am a patient and rude man, but at that moment my blood burned. I only remember seeing my arm rise up and hear the ugly noise he made as he crashed into my wife's pretty face. She froze and immediately began to cry. He left the bedroom to close the door, but I followed him and managed to get in.

How can you not understand what my sacrifice is making us both enjoy our whole marriage? How can you not compare with the conditions our daughter is growing up with other children in hospitals all the time? Our daughter only goes to the hospital when she has vaccines. How the hell are you gonna close your eyes like that?

When I went to the kitchen, I found mine crying. He grabbed me and said:

I'm not happy to see you fight like this. I do everything I can to make you two feel good. My only joy is the happiness of your family” turned his back on me and continued to wash the hands of the maid's lips.

We spent a week quietly at home, and things started to relax. In fact, silence had only been in my presence because my wife had kept fighting every day with my mother and she never opened her mouth to complain.

After two years, my wife gave birth to her son and started working even earlier than my daughter did. Of course, she had a sleepful mind that my son would only be kissed and spoiled by my mother.

My mother refused to take my daughter to the nursery and kept both children. I realized that she got tired, and when I got back in the afternoon, I tried to ease her arms in every way, while my wife kept her nails from ruining the manicure.

One day, my mother told me she was the happiest grandmother in the world.

I'm not just a grandmother, but a happier mother in the world. I've been born and raised by an azhogan boy and I've got a niece and nephew who give me the whole world when my arms are stretched out to come to me. So the children grew up and went to school.

My mother, as always wise and obedient, took them from school and garden. As the years passed, she grew old and weakened. At first I thought she was that kind of weakness, because she never complained, but one day I saw her walk through the house holding on to the wall and thinking. I went back and I kept it.

Please tell me, is this what you're doing all the time or did you have any thoughts right now?

I'm fine, son.” He told me when he came back to see me and only then did I see her eyes with tears. The whole world broke out when I saw those tears of spiritual and physical pain together.

We're going to the hospital together. I waited behind the door, and when he got out, I took him to bed.

For tomorrow find out how you want to fix the children that my mother will take him to the hospital.

Visiting the hospital went to hell more than I imagined. My mother had cared for my children, for me and my wife, but without any desire to continue caring for her life. We took the medication and took her home. I sat beside her in bed after I laid it down and started talking to her.

I want to tell you something, my dear. Love for you is like that which I have had since the day I was born, and I have drunk in your bosom. And please understand that you are very important to me. I understand that my wife and I don't get along well, but my wife can't say that there are two children.

Don't add that pain to my throat.

Then we'll make a deal together, you'll take care of yourself as much as you can, while I'll take care of it in the afternoon, but know that if you don't take care of yourself, I'll fight and divorce my wife. You're more expensive than my bed with her, I told her and I kissed her, I kissed her, I cried with her, and I left for work.

On that day in the afternoon, when my wife arrived home, she found me with her fingernail in my hand.

Now you cut your nails and you do your thing. It's over, manicur, your words that old age doesn't work all your yccla. And let you know that if you ever say a word to my mother to hurt her more than you've done these eight years, let's know that we're both going to meet alone in court”

I realized I meant everything I said. From that day on, my wife almost stopped talking to my mother, and my mother got better and recovered, but caring for my children hasn't stopped her for a second.

I'm calmer now, but I realize that it was all my fault. I grew up spoiled and thought it lasted my whole life like that. Now, my wife keeps hanging her face every now and then, but I don't give a shit unless she bothers me.

Please forgive my mother. Make it easy for me to endure all the suffering I have caused by not reacting. /Okéu. com/