We live in an affluent area on a very middle class street in a house converted ground floor flat. We could not afford to live here had my dear dad not helped us out. He helped us to live here as he realised how important it was for me to be close to family as I was 23, pregnant and caring for my disabled OH. I needed family support. Once the baby was born I suffered severe Pnd.
Anyway today I found out when we first moved in (almost 5 years ago) the people opposite us started gossiping with other members in the street that having the baby was the result of a mistaken fumble and that we'd never last. She didn't know us from Adam. My oh got a disabled bay outside our house put in by local authority as ha cannot walk far, we have no off road parking and it's a cul de sac full of cars. I learnt today they all started meeting to discuss how awful it would be for the road and how we've tarred the street. Not one person spoke to us about it - they just had secret meetings about it.
Following the birth of my baby - severe pnd - breastfeeding on demand - no one else to kelp out with meals - we ate a lot of Chinese Ta. Apparently they now all joke about us being fat and living off take always. We've not had take away for years now but still the rumours and jokes persist.
I feel awkward living here now. I feel like we are the butt of the streets cruel whispers and like absolute shit. My self esteem and confidence has taken a nose dive,
We do claim benefits - for disability and caring and I also work part time.
We have little money, very rarely new clothes - but we are good, kind, decent people. But I feel so looked down on.
Aibu to feel so shit? Should I just forget it - they are only neighbours we never talk to after all? But for some reason I feel really low :( I can't shake the feeling we don't belong here