Starfire57 - you get it. I could have written your response. It was actually my mother-in-law that was the shouter! Oh she treated my husband like dirt under her shoes. Taught him to never take the blame for anything, both her and my husband have ADHD, I am asked 50 questions the first five minutes I'm awake in the morning, if...I'm able to finish a sentence before he interrupts.
That said, having a civil conversation, as I have tried, is pointless. I'm ALWAYS to blame (because whoever yells loudest wins).
Daughter and son-in-law are simply spoiled and entitled. Yes, they work hard, but so do I, and I gave up a good career to stay at home and watch her kids. I do not have a PhD in Child Psychology. They treat me like I can't even spell the word. This week I had to demonstrate in front of her that I knew how to use the car seat. After I have been using it for 2 months at least. It is degrading.
I've stopped making excuses for them (worried mother, overworked husband, etc). Talking about "who is going to have to pay for mom's prescriptions was just degrading. Mom can pay for them if that is the case. I have a US Dollar $4500 retirement/pension check that comes in every month. I'm not penniless nor a drain on their finances since my check is gobbled up by our bills every month. Husband conveniently forgets who pays for electricity, mortgage, food, etc.
At this point I don't care anymore. IT IS FREEING! Thank you for saying that. I don't care if I send her X amount of pictures a day. I don't care if he doesn't get the Instagram required amount of tummy time. Call Child Protective Services then. He is fed, warm, cuddled, played with, and LOVED. Somehow grandmas love isn't important. Being told they would used certified five-star daycare if they could (because they could afford it - they made sure to let me know that), but would rather have me because I'm flexible, clean their house, and save them "some" money, cut to my core.
The few times my mother watched my kids it was like "whew". I didn't care if she watched TV and fed them Spaghetti Os. They were with Grandma, and she loved them, way more than a random stranger, even if the stranger had a degree.
I'm so sad that it took me so long to wake up from people pleasing. So many regrets. You can stand up for yourself and still be a nice person. Who knew.
Keep in touch please - I think we both could use support as we navigate the rest of our life. The balance between freeing and sadness of loss of connection is difficult.
Much love to you Love. Know I am behind you 100 percent, even if it is from across the pond!!
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