My mum gave me a card and present to give to my abusive ex when he picked dd up for contact as he has had two new dc. (He was not abusive to dd in any way just emotionally towards me and my mum knows this). I opened the card when she had left and it was all gushing and full of lots of love. I just don't understand why and how she could do that, knowing what he did to me. I am so hurt. I have a long backstory with my generally toxic mother but that really takes the piss. Needless to say ex dp won't be getting the card or present. Although I didn't tell my mum she was out of order. Maybe I should have done. I just pretended I would give it to him. I am weak and tired of arguing with her and I'm already minimising contact with her due to her favouritism of dd aged ten over ds 14 months.
My dhs family are not interested in us at all or coming to see us which is fair enough, no obligation but they also have other grandchildren who live further than ours and they move heaven and earth to see them. Until recently we had been driving to visit his family every week or so, a long journey, but we all had a big row about something unrelated (eBay of all things) and I am now feeling (as is dh) that I am done with them and they can make the effort.
Dh basically sleeps through anything and will never get up until I literally kick him out of bed. It takes 4 goes most mornings and I am a bit sympathetic because he does work long hours and often till 10pm but really I'm asking once in a while to get up with the kids (at 6am). I've had enough..I do it and have done it every bloody day. He will say oh have a lie in then but he just doesn't hear the kids at all and it takes him so fucking long to wake up that the littlest one gets upset and I end up getting up anyway! Or I really have to moan and moan and dh gets annoyed I'm going on at him because he doesn't realise it's the tenth time I've asked him to get up!
My little ds is a nightmare and just wants to practice walking non stop. All day. Everyday. By holding onto both my hands.
We have NO other family. No one. No-one to babysit or even visit.
We have a few friends but for one reason or another they cannot help.
I have been to baby groups but they are awful and ds isn't interested in the other babies and just wants to walk so I might as well just take him to the park and save the money.
I cannot afford to go back to work and I also have health problems (thyroid and pituitary tumour) which means I am shattered most of the time anyway.
I have just had enough of everything. I'm not even depressed. When everyone is asleep or whatever and I'm on my own I am fine. I am just so miserable with every bloody day of family life.
And I feel awful saying that because really others have it far worse.
Maybe I just need a rant :(