This thread is for anyone needing to talk about mental health issues this week.
I don't know if someone is supposed to start this or not, but I need it today so I went ahead and started it. I looked up the old ones and they were all started by different people (I think) so I figured this would be ok, but if not someone just tell me.
Hubby and Me
Friends since 2008
Started dating: July 1st, 2013
Engaged: July 1st, 2014
Married: July 1st, 2016
R born: July 8th, 2017
N born: June 30th, 2019
Baby #3 Due: July 7th, 2022
(maybe I only ovulate in October XD)
Re: Mental Health Monday 1/16
I probably don't have to go as into this as I am, but I feel like background is important. I was actually originally going to post this in Monday Bitchfest until I realized that it's way more than that. I've always had an emotionally unstable and damaging relationship with my parents for a myriad of reasons, and 2 years ago I pretty much completely cut them out of my life, but there were still some financial ties that made talking to them necessary. I got really lonely because cutting them out made me lose the entirety of the rest of my family, and it seemed like they were being better people, so I slowly let them back into my life more. When DH and I moved back to our area to get married, we ended up living with them in a double block house. We weren't home that much because we traveled for my work and we mostly had our living space to ourselves, but we do share a kitchen. Everything was going fine until I got pregnant and we stopped traveling, and since then I've realized how bad them being this close to my life is, and on top of that I can't actually let them have a relationship with our kids. It isn't safe for the kids. But DH and I, in an effort to save money to move and because my insurance is stuck inside of this state, had decided to continue to live here until after the baby is born, and move as soon as possible after. And that was pretty much the plan until yesterday morning. My parents have a bad habit of not respecting people's privacy and then getting offended when you ask them to, as if you're "mad" at them or "hate" them when you really just want your space respected. My dad has taken up the habit of unlocking the door separating our two spaces with his fingernail. It's disgusting, and locked doors should remain locked. On Saturday night, at 2 in the morning, he took it upon himself to come clean my living room. No, it was not some sort of pig sty, board of health crises. There were some dishes from that day, some used water bottles, most empty, also from that day or maybe even the day before, and I suppose some papers. It was not perfectly neat, but it by no means justified him coming into my house in the wee hours of the morning and messing with my stuff. He threw out water that I was still drinking, including water that I had treated with a vitamin spray, could have seriously damaged my husbands Xbox if it had been on because he covered the breathing vent on it, changed my light bulb that was perfectly fine to a green one, moved my furniture, reorganized my papers, and washed my blankets in god only knows what detergent (both DH and I have sensitive skin). When I went down in the morning and saw it clean I was just hoping my DH had done it, but it didn't seem like his handy work. Then my dad came back over, unlocked the locked door again, and started talking about the "amazing job" he had done in my house. I'll admit I didn't exactly wake up in the best mood, and I completely lost my temper and started screaming at him about not opening locked doors since they're normally locked for a reason. My parents acted like they thought it was funny at first, but I went back onto their side maybe ten minutes later to find out what had happened to all my water, and that dissolved into me and my mother screaming at each other. I know he thought he was helping, but it wasn't helpful at all. I would also like to say here that I understand that it seems like I'm angry about someone cleaning my house, but in truth I'm angry that my space was violated without my permission, and that the locked door wasn't respected. And that my ability to keep a house clean enough apparently isn't respected either. Also that no one bothered to actually have a conversation with me about there being some sort of problem with the cleanliness of my house. I've been really sick with this pregnancy, and there has been no end to the comments about how "my house is a mess", but no actual calm conversation with me about it being a problem and an offering of help. Not being able to keep the house as clean as I wanted was really bothering me, and the comments weren't helping. Anyways, after that they have avoided me like the plague. My mom barely talked to me this morning when I was asking her when the service guy was coming and if I needed to let him in, and that's the only time I've seen her in person since then. When I called last night to check on her (she works really late and I wanted to know if she was still at work at 8, I was trying to be nice) she acted all weird about me even calling her. She didn't even let me know she was home last night like she normally does. Today she didn't even bother to call me, she just emailed me about what water I needed to replace what my dad got rid of, and it was the shortest email possible. It really hurt that I got upset once, and now it's as if she wants nothing to do with me. I have been nothing but nice to them since we moved back here, which is a major change from how I used to be around them, and right now I feel like all my mom has even talked to us about is money, and how she can get more money from us, and how we inconvenience her with dishes in the kitchen (I can't wash dishes to a severe eczema problem on my hands) and how I never had dinner ready when she wanted it, and now since being pregnant its all seemed even worse. I know I'm hormonal too, but there hasn't even been room for that. I was just in a bad mood swing one night, and my mom started picking a fight with me just because I was in a bad mood and she was convinced I was mad at her. I didn't even get angry that time. So now since I saw the email this morning I've been hiding in my bedroom, trying to get by on the food I have on this side of the house so I don't have to go in the kitchen, and I really need to go eat an actual lunch but I can't bring myself to possibly run into my dad and get even more upset than I already am. Now i have to talk to DH about moving into our own apartment early because this whole situation is affecting me so much that I'm both scared it will hurt the baby just because of my emotions, and I really need to go eat. My husband will be home by 6 and I've just been trying to make it that far. The incident on Sunday is only the icing on the cake in a long list of emotional issues, but it just set off a whole cascade of problems and I feel terrible about it because it's going to delay all our other plans for moving out of the area and my parents were planning on closing the house for us and have already bought a new stove since the old one is such a mess, but I don't feel like it's going to be enough anymore. I don't know if I'm even looking for advice, I think I just needed to say what's in my head. It's been a long day. Anyways, thank you to anyone who made it to the bottom of this.
TLDR: My parents and I have never had a good relationship, and it's gotten so bad that I'm currently hiding in my bedroom until my husband comes home. I haven't had an actual lunch at this point because it would mean going into the kitchen and possibly running into my dad. Which is really unhealthy, and now I'm so worried about hurting the baby because of this emotional issue that I'm considering prematurely moving to our own apartment, possibly screwing up our long term plans to move to where we would really like to live, which is the other side of the country. Well at least delaying those plans by a heck of a lot of time.
Friends since 2008
Started dating: July 1st, 2013
Engaged: July 1st, 2014
Married: July 1st, 2016
R born: July 8th, 2017
N born: June 30th, 2019
Baby #3 Due: July 7th, 2022
(maybe I only ovulate in October XD)
Also, if your able to, I suggest leaving the house for a bit. Go to a local library, mall, or a cafe and spend a bit of time away from home to take your mind off the situation.
Best of luck to you, I'm sorry your parents are being so inconsiderate.
Friends since 2008
Started dating: July 1st, 2013
Engaged: July 1st, 2014
Married: July 1st, 2016
R born: July 8th, 2017
N born: June 30th, 2019
Baby #3 Due: July 7th, 2022
(maybe I only ovulate in October XD)
Anyway...fast forward a few years (DS was 9 mo), and DH has a stroke, and we've had a slew of other medical issues since. I didn't realize until I absolutely needed her help because I was drowning, but all along all she was ever trying to do was help. She was trying to take stress off of me and DH by doing small favors. It took chaos to figure it out, but now I don't know what I would do without her help. We've had three long years of ER visits, ICU trips and constant medical problems, and without her I would have collapsed. It's the same things - doing dishes, tidying up, helping with doctor's, even helping with bills. It's still without asking, but now I treat like the wonderful gift that it is that she cares so much.
Long story short, is it possible that your parents are trying to help, awkwardly, and it's just coming across negatively? I agree that he shouldn't be picking locks, but it could be that he was trying to surprise you and help you out? If not, then ignore everything above, because, as I said, I don't know your whole life. This sounded so much like what I went through with MIL that I thought it might help.
Edited for words.
Talk to them and I think an apology is needed from both sides, when baby comes you might need some help and they might be scared to give it. What if you have a c section? Things could go unplanned. You may need some extra support. I hope things work out for you ❤️ As I've had more kids I've learned to take whatever help anyone wants to give me.