Me and DP moved to be nearer to family with newborn dc. My parents have always made me stressed and sad mostly. They are not bad people and share finances and can be kind but they are emotionally abusive and I have had to accept that now. My childhood was full of material privilege but also physical and mental harm.
because of our work, we needed help with dc and neither of my parents work in their 50s so are able to help. I felt confident being round the corner to them with DP there as it still felt like a journey with him. DP has left. I’ve been a huge mess. And this massive wound has opened up and already I’m feeling battered by my parents who I wish were far away from me. Heard them talking about me in my house which they did every night growing up, lots of nasty comments when I was 7/8 that I overheard, they have no respect for my home and for example if I don’t want them going through drawers in kitchen or keeping shoes on… the answer I get is ‘oh like you obeyed our rules growing up!’ Or ‘do you want our help or not??’ Regarding the baby.
when I had a c section my mum wouldn’t stay at our house and said we’d have to move in to their house for a week… even though the entire point of being found the corner was apparently them wanting very much to be involved with dc and help us.
I just feel so fucking stupid. I’m so sad. I feel humiliated. Stuck. And heartbroken. They patronise me and basically all the things they did to me as a child.
i miss DP so much. I wish we had never moved here and at least I wouldn’t feel this way on top of everything else.