DH is going through a really tough time at the moment. SIL has terminal breast cancer (she is unmarried and is a hoarder) and FIL has recently had to move to a nursing home as he has moderate dementia. The ILs live in Ireland so going to see them is tricky.
But I hate, hate, hate DH and I fucking hate the way his family has dictated our lives for the last 10 years.
When I met DH, and moved in with him (I changed jobs and moved cities), DH asked where I would live. I said with him, of course, and he was a bit shocked. the condition was that his parents must never find out. I paid market-rate rent and took a month off work so sand the floors and varnish them. I had nowhere to put my clothes (DH claimed at the time he had no money to buy some drawers) and was very twitchy when i GAVE INSTRUCTIONS to a builder about getting the bathroom done. When his parents came to visit, I had to clear out all my stuff and move to a friend's for the weekend. DH insisted that all the alcohol was hidden in the garage (he would always do this).
I've never gone to my folks' for Christmas - lots of siblings, it's too noisy and I used to work and enjoy a bit of peace. DH used to freak out about this and insist I went ot his parents. This continued when we had children until I finally put my foot down.
The night before he proposed to me he phoned his best man and asked if he was doing the right thing (his best man rightly told him that only DH knew the answer to that). I'm still really hurt by this, after all, how would he have reacted if I'd not immediately accepted but said that I would like to consult my friends? I agreed to having the wedding in Ireland, but it ended up going from a small, relaxed affair to a huge white wedding full of people that I hardly knew. Then everyone freaked out because I refused to change my surname (I told DH that he could change to mine)
He's such a child (I know, most men are) and it drives me insane. He took 10 years to write up his research degree, claiming that someone else was supposed to do the statistics, OMG, every excuse under the sun. And now he's behaving like a petulent child because he's been turned down for jobs in top hospitals.
When I found out I was pregnant with DS1, DH was already overseas (I was staying behind in the UK for 3 nmonths to complete my PHD). The pregancy was unplanned and I wanted to terminate. DH refused to fly home, and was being really mean about me 'aborting his child'. I was a total mess (but didn't really realise it). I flew out, had the baby who was colicky, didn't know a soul. DH bullied me into flying back to the UK with 8 week old DS1, purely to show DS1 off to this parents. It was a ghastly time.
When DS1 was 4 months old, SIL was diagnosed with breast cancer (5 yrs ago now). DH was naturally devastated, but I had to practically shove him on the plane home to support her. He kept sayig that SIL would be OK - but I had to point out that the ILs were too elderly to travel to the city to visit her and that the family needed him (I knew FIL had early dementia at this point, although everyone else was in total denial).
And so this cycle of DH trying to garner public sympathy and trying to make me feel guilty began. In any crisis (and there have been many with FIL's dementia) DH would refuse to fly home and give MIL support. SIL was recently very ill after chemo, and again I had to say, 'they really, really need you - GO!'. He's in such childish denial that it drives me nuts. But he tries to make me feel guilty becauase I would only visit twice/year. A house with a demented old man and 2 small children is not fun. MIL refuses to visit us because FIL kicks off if she doesn't visit (apparently - she was happy to go off with SIL for 2 days to see a faith healer). DH tries to make me feel guilty about this (he works a lot of weekends), but to me it's just a fact of life when families live so far apart.
I've got to the point where I cannot live with his childish attitude. I find it difficult to get it all down, but I wish DH would find his own voice, instead of wondering what his parents owuld think, or what his peers think. A ggod example is the fact that I've not worked since DS1 was born.
As a research scientist, 7 day weeks were the norm for me, and the weekend work isn't that easily planned; if the cells need sorting out, or are good to go for an experiment, then you have to go while they look good. DH is a hospital consultant who also works weekends. I planned to take a wee while out and maybe change careers into somehting that had family-fiendly hours. There was no question that DH would reduce his hours to allow me to work. He still refuses to do that, although I now insist that he takes DS1 to school 1 morning/week. Coupled with his commute, I would have to work and do all the pick-ups from nursery/school. I just couln't cope with the stress. I've done a publishing course (but publishing hit the wall) and my one big test for a big compnay I failed. I had 3 days to complete it and the boys had a vomiting but. When they were better I asked DH to take an afternoon off work in order that I could do the test. He did, but made it clear that it was a disgrace that he had to skive off work so that I could work. He has repeatedly said that I 'change my mind every minute' about careers - FFS I have to do something differnt that fits in around his job and the kids!! But I don't know what to do! of course I'm exploring all options!
God this is an epic. I hate the way he never acts like a parent. He is a fun, fun person with the boys but never disciplines them He's very happy to wind them up, then sit back and wait for me to discipline them. Left alone with them, He'll never say, 'no, wait boys, daddy has to clear the lunch table/do the laundry etc'. It's always full on fun and attention, whereas I'm always trying to do a million things at once. he never thanks me for all the cleaning/ironing/cooking/admin.
He's having a shitty time with his family, but never calls his sister, never actively acts like the man of the family. It's like he's stuck in a a time-warp where his role in any family situation (ours or his mum/sister's) is to bhave like a petulant teenager. I CAN'T STAND IT
too long.............