Moved last summer with my newborn baby after my partner left. He’s not been in touch since but that’s another story. I moved to be nearer family but as they are quite remote it had to be the same village or not at all really. I moved from a big city which I loved, largely as my parents said I wouldn’t cope etc alone ,.. I’m 37 so really shouldn’t have listened but I was extremely vulnerable at the time.
now we are here it’s been nonstop small level invasive stuff. Contacting the council on my behalf about bins so I have emails coming through as if I’ve made an enquiry. Commenting on where my car is parked and actually shouting that it’s not in the right place and paint will get damaged due to birds. Asking why the outside lights are on. Going round the back of the house (with my knowledge) and going on about their need to come and weed as ‘it’s a disgrace.’ Constant comments about how messy it is… it is messy but it’s a huge house with a small baby and I’m on my own so it’s not always pristine. Comments about how high the heating is, changing radiator nobs when my back is turned … sounds funny but it’s exhausting. Im called regularly by my mum in particular and get lots of ‘how are you coping?’ Which depresses me as im fine just sick of my privacy being invaded.
I been furious about these things and made it clear I don’t like it. The response is that I’m ungrateful, I’m rude, I live in a mess, I can’t cope (apparently?!), I do need them as I’m not behaving like an adult.., and lots of other insane things to say to a grown woman.
im massively struggling with losing my life as I knew it… I was in a highly paid managerial position, lived 1.5 hours away, busy life with huge independence. The way they are treating me now is making me feel so small, at a time I am having to deal with my partner leaving and having my life as I knew it stripped away.
am I being a dick here? I guess they are trying to help but I feel like I have no identity anymore. Just constant involvement in my life and then if I do dare ask for help (I asked for some washibg tablets on their way home the other day) it seems to be evidence for them that I can’t cope without them. I feel like an infant. I wish I was further away again where my life was my own.