When my sister married the son of a wealthy farmer, I chose Mykola, a man from “our circle.” This is when my mother and I started to disagree.

For many years, my mother and I did not speak because she disapproved of my choice. In our small village, where even a car was a luxury, she hoped that my sister and I would marry well to escape poverty.

My sister married the son of a rich farmer and immediately rose in status. And I chose Mykola, a man from our circle. This displeased my mother, and she and my sister boycotted our wedding. Mykola and I moved to the city, found jobs, and rented an apartment. To.

to improve our lives, we went to work abroad. After five years of saving money, we bought an apartment. Soon I was expecting a baby, and while I stayed in Ukraine, Mykola went abroad again. In the end, our work paid off. Now we have a house and a car, and Mykola runs a successful business.

Two of our daughters are students, and we have already bought an apartment for one of them, and we are planning to buy one for the other. My sister, on the other hand, had a “secure marriage” that ended in heartbreak when her husband left her for a younger woman,leaving her literally with nothing. Eventually, my sister moved in with our mother.

Since then, we can say that we have made peace with my mother. My husband and I sometimes visit her and support her, but still she remains steadfast in her beliefs, believing that my sister made a wiser choice at the beginning of her journey.

Against this backdrop, I try to teach my daughters to choose with their hearts, as their mother did, because I have never regretted my choice and will never regret it.