I debated writing this as I am usually so upbeat and happy. I know I need to call a therapist and discuss it there which I will do...I just feel so crap at the moment. DH and I have been married for almost 11 years (just got back from fab cruise in Carribean), we have a beautiful home, lovely but simple lifestyle. Our children do not really want for anything--we both work full time and I have had the absolute blessing to be able to work out of my home since my DD was 2.
These are second marriages for both of us, I had not had any children when we met, he had 3 children all of which were living with him ages 11, 7 and 2.5. We were married after nine months and I was immediately pregnant with my DD (I was 37 with my bio clock ticking). I went from being single, divorced to married with 4 children in a very short time. We made it through. My DH is not very hands-on. He goes to work and comes home and handles the "outside" type chores. He works six days a week, usually about 70 hours. Most of the time he is exhausted which is easy to understand. As I don't stand up for myself and am very much a giver (to a fault) I have always taken on the lion's share in terms of child rearing, taking care of home, appointments (our entire life) along with working full time. 3 years ago I became totally exhuasted and went into therapy. I have been on ADs since then and they have helped very much as I am not as obessive as to how the house looks or keeping an inventory of our foodstuffs, believing that the kids behavior was a reflection of my parenting ability, etc. I was very much a perfectionist. I lost my father a year ago in May and my older brother was diagnosed with psychitzo-effective disorder (a form of bi-polar). He is currently in a hospital right now for the next three weeks. Again in my role as the caretaker, I had him living with us two years ago, etc. which was not healthy for my family.
We had a major row last night over my stepson who will be 21 in July. He refused to go to college or contribute to our home so we had asked him to move out last year (on my prompting). I thought that life would teach him what I couldn't. He had been horribly disrespectful to me, etc. but as this is my first time around I don't know if this is the regular teenage thing. I had a terrible time with my older step daughter so she moved up to South Carolina to live with her mother 9 years ago. Within a year of her moving there, she became pregnant (hid the pregnancy from her father with her mother's support) and announced to DH on the following father's day that he was a grandpa. That is the least of it--I could go on for pages. His older daughter accused me of child abuse before going to live with her mom and I was interviewed by Social Services along with all of my neighbors. I lived for an additional year in that neighborhood with all of my neighbors who were absoultely rotten to me. This was the house that I owned when my DH met me, so it worked out in the end to make a move to the house we are in, but it was a terrible year for me (and his daughter I guess).
Anyway, my stepson moved about about 8 months ago, but due to the hurricanes (rental was damaged)and his financial woes, my DH allowed him to move back in temporarly. No rules were set up for him and he has been here for 9 weeks. My DH and he worked on a budget, but my stepson has not been able to save a penny and has not secured a second job to assist with this. We are not asking him for any rent. When we came back from our holiday our front door was smashed and the inside was clearly punched. My stepson lied and said he knew nothing about it. Last night during our fight with my stepson, (which I started as I asked him to get a second job), my stepson accused me of being an abuser. This totally took the wind out of me. I blurted out to both of them, that I should leave with my DD as clearly I had no place in raising his children as both of them believed I was an abuser. I know this was wrong, we usually present a united front and talk about things privately. My stepson packed his things and left last night after crying and screaming and putting his father on a tremendous guilt trip.
Later, when my DH and I were discussing the disagreement, he told me he put me first in front of his daughter and I should know that he loves me. He felt I had taken it "too far" tonight and was very worried about our son and that he was going to start smoking pot again and get into additional financial problems. He said that our son needed family and stablity. I asked him if he wanted to separate and he said No. (I have NEVER asked him this before).
I am just blown away. Everytime I feel that I need to set boundries for my own health, I just feel so shut down. My DH believes that you sacrifice all for your children and then he asked me if I would have treated my own daughter this way and I told him I didn't know....
I know this is a mess and I probably shouldn't have even posted. I would much rather chat and laugh with all of you than post a novelette downer. I don't even know if I have expressed the things that are even important to give you a picture. I know I am supposed to be the adult, I know I am not supposed to react and take things personally. I had to attend a hearing yesterday to keep my brother in the hospital and testify to recommend him for a minimum 6 week placement in a state hospital. I did not ask my DH to go with me (I went alone)and it was horrible too. My DH never called to see how I was, nor did I call him for support. I don't believe he has the energy to support my emotional needs or my physcial needs for that matter. Any words?