This was my last post on a FB group just for a little context. I am a highly anxious person and hate conflict and letting people down. I think I just tried to ignore all the red signs.
She acts inappropriately with my partner, asking him for lifts everywhere and talking about how “they’d get on so well together.” She even buys him beers and keeps trying to get him to do work at her house and her mum’s house. When he does, she apparently doesn’t leave his side, but when she comes to my house when he’s here, she doesn’t talk to him and goes all red in the face.
We went on a trip together, and she knew we had to be back in time for my partner’s work, yet she purposely tried to make us late.
Although her business with her partner is doing well, she has started copying my small side business, making the same types of items I sell and even using my descriptions. This has pushed me over the edge since it’s my only source of income. She often comments on how my partner “pays for everything,” even checking how much he paid for our holiday.
Recently, I had my hair done for the first time, and while she commented, “I wouldn’t spend that much on my hair,” she never said it looked nice. I later saw she went to the same place, asked for the exact same style, and spent the same amount. I’m not joking; she is morphing into me. She’s even getting the same piercings.
She’s rude about my son, making comments that suggest he’s “horrible,” autistic, ADHD, spoiled, and thinks everything is his—he’s only two. When her son acts like a normal 2-year-old, no comments are made.
She gets upset if I talk to other people. If I make friends at the playgroups we attend, she wants to stop going there.
She gets really annoyed if I have to cancel plans, for example, if my son is ill. If I’ve had to cancel a plan one week, we’ll rearrange it for the following Monday, and she purposely won’t message me all day because I had to previously cancel. The thing is, it’s okay for her to do as she pleases. She also tries to set the times we meet during my son’s nap time every time, knowing he gets upset without his nap.
It feels like she’s never happy for me. I can’t tell her anything positive without her getting jealous or making a mean comment. I got a job working for the Royal Mail, and she said, “Oh yeah, great job that is—delivering f*cking post for a living.”
My son accidentally ran over her son’s foot, and she told her son to go and do it back to my son.
She tried to convince me to pull my son out of nursery to meet up with them every day, but I said no; I needed to earn my own money.