I know I won’t be alone in this but please help. I’m at the end of my tether.
I have one son at home (16) another who lives with her dad in London (22). I divorced my sons dad after he was emotionally abusive for many years. My daughter hated her stepfather and blamed me for being with him. My son misses him but doesn’t like him.
Anyway, now I am - many years later - in a relationship with someone else. We have been together a year, he has younger kids. I feel like I’ve tolerated quite a lot of his boundarylessness as he has moved away from his entanglement with his ex and it’s going mostly great.
Except for Christmas.
My daughter (sorry I don’t get the abbreviations) doesn’t want him there Xmas Eve. She’s driving loads to come and see us and only wants it to be me and my son. My son doesn’t want him there at all. She doesn’t know him, my son isn’t really interested and doesn’t like anybody else being in the house. My boyfriend does try a bit; but it’s a brick wall.
Thing is my boyfriend says he doesn’t like the way my kids treat me. Which is where it gets complex.
It is true that they are rude sometimes and ungrateful and I do everything I can for them. It’s also true I think that the boyfriend is a bit jealous.
I told him that I wanted it to be me and the kids on Christmas Eve and then he could come over Christmas Day. He was disappointed and said we are supposed to be making a go of things and we ought to be together really. So I said ok, maybe. Also some of my friends were saying I need to put my needs into the equation so I told him he could come.
But when I raised this with my daughter she’s adamant she doesn’t want him there. She and her brother have various anxiety and depression problems that makes it all worse - and I feel so torn and distressed by it all.
I told him: sorry, we are going to have to go back to the original plan. After all, he wasn’t originally bothered about coming on Christmas Eve. And now he is upset. Honestly I feel like it’s just all too much. I can’t just keep being split between other people’s needs. The guilt and the blame and the sadness makes me feel like running away. Please help. I don’t know what to do.