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And you can wear whatever you want when you get married. Until then you must listen to me and follow my rules”. No boys, no friends, no parties!”

Since Sitora got a husband, her life had not changed much. It was like she never left parents’ house. In a new family, she was again like in a prison. She was not allowed to meet friends, to work, to visit her own parents. All her time she was doing home staff, helping mother – in- law around the home. The only place she could visit was her university. At least her father could arrange for her education issues with the new relatives.

Mother -in-law was controlling each step of Sitora. Every day she was preparing a to do list for Sitora. And at the end of the day, she was checking up on everything. Sitora was feeling herself as a slave. Whatever Sitora was doing was wrong for her mother -in-law.

– “You cut it badly. You put it incorrectly. You have mistaken and etc.” This adult woman was attacking Sitora as if she was a cat, and Sitora was a mouse.

After one year Sitora delivered a babe boy.

Now, not only Sitora but also her son needed food, cloth and other things. Every time Sitora asked her husband to buy something for her or her son. The mother-in-law would get mad, saying “You eat too much. You would be fat. No need to buy sausages. It is waste of money”.

One evening, mother -in-law said to Sitora: “You don’t earn money, so please, be kind, stop asking my son to buy for you unnecessary stuff”. Sitora's heart swelled with resentment and it was ready to explode from the pain like sausages do when they are overboiled.

She said nothing. Just left the room.

Years passed. Sitora decided to divorce. She got a job. Rent an apartment and left her husband. Her son left with her. Being a divorced woman in our society is something bad. But it is another story to write about.

Few years later. Sitora’s son was already 21. He graduated university. He met a girl and fell in love with her. Wedding. New bride at home.

This time Sitora is a mother-in-law herself.

One evening Sitora came home after work. She noticed that food was not prepared. The house was not cleaned. She said to her son and his wife: “Why food is not served? Why is it so dirty at home? In the morning you both sleep. You both should respect me more. I work hard to feed us. And you too just watching movies all night long. And sleeping in the morning instead of making a breakfast for me. It won’t work like this.