While preparing vegetables for a salad, I heard the familiar voice of Lena at the door. Andrey’s sister never bothered with the doorbell; she simply entered using her own keys, as if she owned the place.
“Hey, Masha!” Lena called out as she walked into the kitchen, her vibrant perfume enveloping the air. “Where’s Andryusha?”
“He’s in the garage,” I replied, my eyes fixed on the cutting board. “He’s working on the car.”
“Your new car?” Lena gazed out the window, whistling. “I actually need to chat with you.”
A sense of unease crept up my spine. Whenever Lena needed to “talk,” it usually implied trouble.
“I’m all ears,” I continued slicing the tomatoes.
“Here’s the situation,” Lena settled into a chair, crossing her legs. “I need a car next week. Urgently. I have a crucial meeting at a country club, and clients are coming…”
“You have your own vehicle,” I pointed out.
“Well, yes, I do. But it’s…” Lena’s face contorted, “outdated. You understand, I need to create a good impression. Yours is brand new, straight from the dealership. So I thought—could you lend it to me for a couple of days?”
I set the knife down and faced her.
“No.”
“What?” Lena sprang up from the chair. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
“Masha, you’re joking, right?” Lena’s voice raised a notch. “We’re family! How can you say no?”
“Quite easily,” I dried my hands on a towel. “That’s my car. I purchased it with my own money. I have no intention of lending it out.”
“Your own money!” Lena scoffed. “Do you even have a job? You stay home while Andrey takes care of you and the kids!”
Heat flooded my face. It was true I was on maternity leave with our youngest, but the car was bought with my inheritance from my grandmother—the last financial gift that belonged to me alone.
“Lena, that’s none of your business.”
“It’s very much my business!” she stamped her foot. “Andryusha! Andrey!”
My husband emerged from the doorway, wiping his hands on a rag.
“What’s going on?”
“Tell your wife,” Lena pointed at me, “that in normal families, people support each other! And she doesn’t want to lend me her car!”
Andrey looked from me to his sister.
“Len, it’s Masha’s car. It’s up to her.”
“You’re serious?” Lena’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re siding with her?”
“I’m not siding with anyone; I’m stating a fact. It’s simply her property.”
“Incredible!” Lena grabbed her bag. “So your own sister is now a stranger! Fine, I understand. Mom will hear about this!”
With a slam, the door closed behind her. I let out a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry,” Andrey draped his arm over my shoulders. “She goes too far sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” I managed a sad smile.
That evening, my mother-in-law called.
“Mashenka, dear,” her tone was honeyed. “Lenochka shared your little disagreement with me.”
“What disagreement? She requested my car, and I said no.”
“Why so rigid?” my mother-in-law sighed. “You know how significant this meeting is for her. She has her business and clients…”
“I have two children and my own responsibilities.”
“Mashenka, but you are family! How can you act so selfishly?”
I took a deep breath and counted to ten.
“This isn’t selfishness. This is my property, which I acquired with my own finances.”
“What do you mean, your finances?” Her voice turned steely. “Andrey supports you!”
“I bought the car with my grandmother’s inheritance. It’s the last remnant I have from her.”
A silence lingered.
“Well… still,” my mother-in-law hesitated. “In a family, one must find common ground. Consider it.”
Then she hung up. I squeezed the phone tightly, my anger brewing.
Two days later, Lena dropped by again, this time accompanied by my mother-in-law.
“We need to have a serious discussion,” Lena declared, settling onto the couch.
“Mashenka,” my mother-in-law took my hand, “let’s resolve this amicably. Lena truly needs the car, and you don’t require it—you’re at home.”
“I need it to transport the children to kindergarten, the clinic, and the grocery store,” I withdrew my hand.
“You can always take a taxi,” Lena dismissed. “It’s just a one-time expense.”
“Why should I spend on taxis for you to drive around in my vehicle?”
“Because you’re selfish!” Lena stood up. “You only think about yourself!”
“Lena, please calm down,” my mother-in-law attempted to intervene.
“No! She needs to hear the truth!” Lena was furious. “You’re nobody here! You live in our family, using everything we have, and when it’s time to support you—suddenly it’s a no!”
Something snapped inside me.
I rose and looked directly at Lena.
“Alright. Let’s talk about how this ‘our family’ truly operates.”
“Masha, don’t,” my mother-in-law said, uneasy.
“No, let her listen,” I maintained my composure. “Lena, do you remember last year when you desperately needed funds to start your salon? Who lent you two hundred thousand?”
Lena’s complexion drained.
“Andrey…”
“Not Andrey. Me. From that same inheritance. You promised to repay me in three months. It’s been a year. Where’s your payment?”
“I… the business is just starting…”
“Moving on. Remember when your son broke his arm, and you had no one to watch over him because you had an ‘important meeting’? Who took care of him for two weeks? Me, along with my two kids.”
My mother-in-law lowered her gaze.
“And when you moved into your new apartment,” I continued, “who assisted you with packing, cleaning, and hanging curtains? Me, pregnant and eight months along.”
“I didn’t ask…”
“You didn’t ask?” I chuckled. “You were calling every thirty minutes, crying that you couldn’t manage. Andrey was away for work. I came over. Do you remember?”
Lena remained silent.
“And when my mother was hospitalized and I needed to travel to see her,” I continued, my voice quivering, “you said you couldn’t watch the kids because you had a ‘nail appointment’. Nails, Lena. While my mother-in-law mentioned her ‘back pain’.”
“Mashenka, it was…”
“That was six months ago. I couldn’t visit my mother. A week later, she passed away. I didn’t get to say goodbye.”
A heavy silence enveloped us.
“So don’t preach to me about family,” I wiped my tears. “Family is when people support each other, not when they take everything from me without returning anything.”
“But the car…” Lena’s voice softened.
“The car represents the last of my grandmother’s legacy. She entrusted me with that money to ensure my independence. It’s mine, not shared or familial. Mine.”
My mother-in-law arose.
“Lena, let’s go.”
“But…”
“I said, let’s go.”
They departed without another word, and I collapsed onto the couch, feeling utterly drained.
Andrey emerged from the bedroom—he’d heard the entire exchange.
“You were right,” he sat beside me. “I’m sorry. I had no idea about what happened with Mom… Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were on a business trip. Besides, what difference does it make? She’s gone now.”
He embraced me, and I finally broke down in tears.
For a week, no one reached out. Then a message arrived from Lena: “I’m sorry. You were right. I’ll return the money.”
A month later, she actually repaid half of it. It was a start.
My mother-in-law began to interfere less and inquire more about our needs. On the next occasion I had to take the kids to the doctor, she offered to stay with the younger one.
Andrey started contributing more at home, going on business trips less frequently.
I learned a vital lesson—saying “no” does not equate to selfishness. It signifies self-respect.
Six months passed. We sat down for a family dinner—Andrey, the children, my mother-in-law, and Lena with her son.
“Mash,” Lena handed me the salad, “next week I have that meeting again. Remember?”
I felt tense.
“I wanted to ask,” she offered a hesitant smile, “can you recommend a good car rental service? You have great taste.”
I smiled back.
“There’s this one service I know. I’ll send you the information.”
“Thank you,” she nodded. “And… thanks for that conversation. It was enlightening.”
Under the table, Andrey squeezed my hand.
Family isn’t about those who expect sacrifices from you. It’s about those who learn to respect your limits.
To achieve that, sometimes all it takes is a simple word: “No.”