I've had to move back in with the parents. Divorce. Fucking mess.
Kids are here half the time.
DM is on paper the perfect mum. Always fussing over guests. Making sure everyone's happy. Feeding etc. but I've noticed over the years it's always to her standards. She puts food on your plate without asking. Huffs and makes comments about all this food going to waste if no one eats it
I have a massively unhealthy attitude towards food as a result
Anyway. She's just controlling. Every fucking day. There's something I'm not doing right. Something I'm judged on.
The other week we were due to go out for the day with the kids. I'd just started my period and put some (wrapped up) sanitary stuff in the bathroom bin. She asks me out of nowhere - do you need to go to the chemist. I looked really confused. And she said oh nothing. It was only later I twigged. Shit like that.
I'm losing my mind. My dad is ill and in the middle of this. I don't want my kids to see the bad atmosphere. I fucking hate it. And no. I've got nowhere else to go. And can't afford to go...