Love is an evil thing

Helping my younger sister and little niece, I tried not to pay attention to the fact that her husband became more insolent and impudent and irritated me more and more.
I have never experienced any special sympathy for my sister's husband. His behavior was too much inconsistent with the ideas of how a real, also loving, man should behave. Even before their wedding, during a period of passionate love, Ilya never once presented Anushka, a bouquet of flowers, or a soft toy, or invited him to a cafe, a movie or a concert. And he never came to our house with a box of chocolates or a bottle of champagne, but each time with undisguised pleasure he ate or ate with us, absorbing the food in such quantities that even my mother could not stand it and left the kitchen with her hands clasped to the heart.
"Do you really feel sorry for this unfortunate cutlet or chicken?" Well, how can you, in fact ?! - Anya defended an arrogant sinker of food with the desperate fury of a cat in love.
- It's not that! - I tried to cool it. "And do not worry about what I'm sorry for, and what is not." It's not for me to live with him. You yourself, what do you think about your Ilya?
"That's it, sis!" Anino's face turned red with excitement. - Ilya has temporary difficulties. He promotes his own business. And you want that the person closest to him does not help him now? I did not say anything, although I had something to say.

Slavnenko came up with, sister! She became mother Teresa for a parasite! And it would be fine at his own expense! But after all, no! Calmly brings him to my mother's house, and my mother, by the way, plows two jobs, so that this cutlet will always be for dinner! It's good that I have a good salary, and I can at least help the family a little. But it's a shame, when those crumbs that I bring are eaten by the insatiable Anin the groom.
Mom calmed me and naively assumed: "Lena! Maybe he is really spinning something out, trying ... After all, will not life be like this? Yes, and Annushka is working ... "" Mom! I sighed. - Well, I do not believe this mediocrity! I'm afraid it will be like this all my life. And the fact that Anya works ... Do you really want such a fate for your own daughter: to drag a lifeline for two and feed the insolent peasant in the end? "A couple of months Anka and Ilya got married and took off a tiny small company, because my mother flatly refused to have young people live with her. "Lena," she told me. "Well, I can not easily observe how this hog lay on the couch for days on end!" By the way, the young couch appeared only two months after the wedding. Once I turned into the furniture salon on the way from work.

She stood and licked: in the most prominent place was an excellent leather sofa. "After all, I still do not have my own family, so why not make my beloved sister a royal gift," I thought, and remembered the mattresses on which were still sleeping.
- ABOUT! And which one exactly? It's not that you were offered a significant increase in your salary at work, "I suggested.
"No, on the contrary, I will not work at all now," she laughed. "Waiting for the baby!" Your little sister will soon be a mummy, imagine?
It was a surprise! We rejoiced as children, and even my attitude towards Ilya softened. He so genuinely admired the upcoming prospect of becoming a father, that I thought: "But suddenly it was unfair to him, suddenly the birth of a child will make him become a responsible person and an earner, and not a freeloader, as now ..." Now I tried every free minute hold Ani, support her and help. According to her sister, Ilya found a permanent job and, although he does not get much, they still have enough. One day, when the newlyweds were ringing at the door, two brave guys came out to meet me, dragging a leather sofa from the apartment.

My sister saw me and was embarrassed: "We must give the cleaning," she explained. My gaze stumbled upon the pogan mattresses, again occupying a familiar place in the middle of the room. No, I can not be fooled: everything immediately became clear!
- An, and you gave the music center, donated by your mother, to the purge? She suddenly blushed like a cancer, but nevertheless admitted honestly:
- Lena! Do I have to report to you? Yes, well, we sold both the sofa and the music center! Илюшка just untwists one business, cash is very necessary. In addition, I also need something to eat ... And even for two ...
- Oh my God! I whispered. - So, all this creep about the fact that Ilya found a job - a lie ?! So everything is as before?
- I love him! - Sister burst into tears.
"He's so handsome, beautiful!" On it all aunts in the street turn around, neck twist! You would have seen ... This argument she just killed me. I stroked her head and said:
- Annushka! Your child will always help! But Ilya - no! You are adults, get yourself out! Enough to invest the parasite!
After that, we began to see less often. My mother came from her sister, called me and cried: "Lenochka! At Anechka poverty is already squeaking! The poor one is at home, but Ilyushka is never there. What should we do? "" And what can we do, Mom? "- I asked frustrated.
When Anna gave birth to a girl when she called her Elena, and she asked me to become a godfather, I forgot my principles and rushed to my sister with a bunch of presents. Stroller, crib, diaper, raspashki ... Grobla all in a row, not at all doubt that Ani does not have anything that she bought. So it was. I just flew around my goddaughter, and for a time her unlucky father ceased to exist for me at all. I knew that I had enough money for darling, and that was the main thing. So a year passed. Ilya still did not work anywhere, interrupted by casual earnings and constantly being in a stage of untwisting of the next business project. Sister still looked into his mouth and believed every word.

Anyway , I thought so and that's why I was very surprised when one day was late, in the evening I saw Anka and Lenochka on her doorstep on the threshold of her apartment. "We broke up! She said and burst into tears. "I can no longer live in this terrible poverty!" He does not care about us at all, does not earn anything! Lenka, help me to arrange a divorce! You know, I do not understand anything in these formalities! "First of all, I forced my sister to return to her apartment, because I already paid six months in advance, and there were things that Ilya could sell. "If he threatens you or insults you, tell him that I'll call the police right away," she reassured Anushka and started reconnaissance at the divorce. A few days later I called my sister and warned that she should immediately contact the lawyer, whom I specially hired. But this time my sister seemed to be replaced: she answered extremely uncertainly.
"Whose voices are these, Annushka?" I asked. "Do you have guests now?"
"Ilya came to see Lenochka," she mumbled. "And ... and ... me too." For the next week, my sister never found time to contact a lawyer who had already been paid an advance for running the case.

In the end, my patience burst , I called her to chastise and drive to the lawyer. But the receiver was not taken by her sister, but by her husband.
"Will you calm down or not?" He hissed to me threateningly. "Stop spoiling our family life!" Never come to us again and do not call!
"Call Anya," I answered, trying to be as calm as possible. "I need to talk to her about an important matter."
"And I will not think about it," the dork answered. - We will solve our own problems! An hour later my sister called and muttered something about great love, about the fact that Ilya was so glorious that he brought some money and so loves her and little Lenochka ... While my sister was saying all this, she could hear the crying cry of the baby and the nervous cries husband: "Yes, stop you to roar! How can! Let's fall asleep at last, loudspeaker! "" Anna, you're crazy! "- I said to her and put the phone down. She did not call again. So do I. Only a couple of times a week with gifts for the niece to her sister sent to her mother. Returns, killed by what he saw, cries and says: "My daughter and her granddaughter are so pale! It's good that I brought them pancakes and chicken. In the fridge is empty! At least Ilya did not eat the chicken. Lord, what to do! "" What can we do, Mom ?! "I scream at her nervously for the second time, and she pauses.