AndiGirl
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I feel as though I've been venting a lot lately. I apologize if I sound very negative. Today is a hard day for me in general. Five years ago, I lost my first baby girl at five months. It was hard enough, but to make matters worse, her due date was my birthday. How special is that?
It's ironic that my little Elizabeth's due date was originally March 11, when I had lost the first little girl. Little Beth was born on the morning of March 6, 2010. What a special and loved baby. The joy that Scott and I felt. That night and for about a week afterward, my hormones crashed and I felt very sad and would cry at the drop of a hat. The baby blues hit. I knew what it was caused by, but I couldn't stop the crying. I called my mother only to have her say, "Stop acting crazy. You have a beautiful, healthy baby just what you wanted. There is no need to cry and start losing it. I'm sorry, I just can't relate." I received similar responses from my sisters. My mother-in-law was staying with us and helping out as Alex was still very young himself. I decided to ask her about the baby blues. The response that I received from her was every bit as cold and uncaring as the ones that I received from my family. She said with no emotion at all, "I never had it. I was always too busy to be depressed. Nope, can't relate." For a few days I would cry by myself in the bedroom, or while I took a bath. Scott tried to be supportive, but he's a man, so he really couldn't relate. The sadness and crying that I experienced for about a week and a half was awful. Once my hormones went back to normal, I felt like myself again. I was truly enjoying my babies, and life looked good again. I could never treat any woman going through the baby blues the way that I've been treated.
Scott told me that his mother is coming to visit the beginning on April and she is going to stay until June. His mother is a good woman, and she did do a good job in raising both of her sons. I can give her that credit and I do try to respect her and treat her with kindness. The problem is, I don't think she feels the same way about and toward me. I have received so many rude comments from her throughout my marriage to Scott. After having Beth, she left all the cleaning up to me, even after I had the baby because she didn't want Scott and I to take advantage of her. In her mind, she was the guest and didn't need to help out. I am normally a very neat person, but I was recovering from child birth, and dealing with the baby blues for a while. She has made comments of how pretty other women, even in my own family are, while in my company. This happened several times. It almost makes me wonder if she's thinking, "Why did Scott have to marry a homely girl like you? She has patted my bottom before and said, "I think you could stand to lose a little weight. I think you'll feel better about yourself." I didn't think I was fat, but that comment had me wondering. I grew up with parents who pointed out my weight every chance they got, until I lost weight from the Crohn's. I'll admit that I am built more like Mother Earth than Olive Oil. LOL!
Scott works long hours at night. I will be the one stuck with my MIL. I do try to be a nice and gracious daughter-in-law and hostess, but I really feel like she doesn't like me. I am so not looking forward to the visit that is coming up. She couldn't have chosen a worse time either. After spring break which officially ends today, as I go back to work on Monday; we will not have any more breaks until the end of the school year. April and May are nice in Anchorage. The snow is melted and it's warm outside. The students have spring/summer fever big time and are ready for the end. I will have to close out my classroom also. So much work!
Some of you may have read my posts in another thread. I have been having difficulty with my family. My relationship with my father and a sister are hard. I think the only reason why I get along with my mother is I know how to keep her happy. I do consider myself to be a good Christian, so cutting my family off, or retaliating is definitely not in my nature. I guess I'm just learning how to deal with a lot of hurt and misunderstandings.
I have been trying for a while now, and it isn't easy. Just when I think things are going fine, somebody has to open their mouth and say something stupid or thoughtless. My father is the king of that and my mother and a sister is not far behind. The last time my parents were visiting, my mother wanted to order some food for delivery. That was nice as it saved me some cooking time. I couldn't find our phone book. My father was getting impatient for me to get it. I finally told him that we didn't have one. I had remembered that Alex spilled water all over it. I'm sensitive to mold, so rather than let it dry, I threw it out. My dad practically yelled, "You don't have a phone book! What's wrong with you guys?" I tried to lighten things up by saying, "Okay dad, we're a bunch of hillbillies." Didn't work. My father used his I-Touch to look up the number. Oh my gosh!
That incident just brought everything out for me. I am sick of being treated like a stupid girl. Nothing I do is ever good enough. My mother makes comments all the time like, "Beth's feet are cold, you are dressing her appropriately. I can't believe you let your dog on the furniture. Beth is such a good baby. Clearly making reference that I wasn't a good baby." Add that to the fact that my mother is never satisfied. She is ambitious and so is my father. My dad is a supervisor with the Federal Aviation Administration. His position on the US Government scale is that of a General in the Army. When he travels, he stays in General's quarters. He went from a nineteen year-old, fisherman's son, marrying young; to college degree and working his way to the top in his field with the Government. He is doing quite well and has been for a while. My mother is always looking at what others have and comparing our family with others. She is very disappointed that my brother and I are not doing better. I feel like I can't have or do anything without my mother giving me advice or trying to change things so that it looks better from the outside. She is so focused on being the Joneses (not my maiden name). Both of my parents are very frugal. I can understand that as they both grew without much. They pay off their credit cards each month. Whenever mom suggests something that is out of our price range, I remind her of our budget. She then says, "Well, your dad and I can't afford much either." I hate that more than anything! I never hint or ask her to buy us anything. She and dad chose not to ring up large balances on their credit cards. I really admire that in them. She is really being thoughtless because Scott and I make nowhere near what my father makes. We do have debt that we are paying off. She doesn't realize how hurtful those money comments can be.
A couple of visits ago, Alex wasn't listening and my father yelled at him. I thought it was over the top. Alex is only two, and he is still learning appropriate behavior. Alex got scared and started crying. As I was comforting him, I told my dad, "That was too much. He's still very little, and you really scared him." Dad didn't apologize but he said, "I only did it, so he would stop and not want to do it again." I know all too well from my own experiences. My father is of the old school. He demanded instant obedience from us when we were growing up. He wasn't abusive, but he was very strict and didn't tolerate misbehavior. He had no trouble laying down the law with any of us. We are all grown and still get scolded from time to time by him.
I guess I just needed to get this out as I am having a hard month emotionally. I feel alone here. I work hard at school, come home and work some more. I feel like I have to agree with them on everything from religion, politics, child rearing, etc. if I want to keep the peace. I'm sick of my mother's negativity and keeping up the facade. I wish my father would just talk nice with and to me. I feel like he's always barking orders or lecturing me about something. I've learned a long time ago that he is not a warm, fuzzy person. I quit wishing for that. The stupid phone book incident brought back a lot of memories. After graduation, I lived at home for a while because of financial reasons. I've always considered myself to be a mild-mannered and respectful person. While I was living at home he had to know what I was up to in the evenings or on the weekends. I was not a wild, party type either. He commented about what I ate and how much. If we disagreed about anything he was always quick to say, "I don't need to give you a reason. It's my house. Don't you speak to me that way." After several arguments when I was trying to explain something he would get upset and say, "Just go to your room." I quit trying to reason with him. I learned to stay out of his way.
I guess I wanted some advice from those who have been in similar situations. There are times when I would really like to divorce my family, including Scott's mom. Then I think, "What would Jesus do?" They are my family and I want to have a good relationship with them. All the tension and negativity really does affect my Crohn's Disease. I usually have a flare-up after visit from my MIL. What should I try? I want to have love and harmony in my family. I also don't want to become engulfed in negativity. My health can't take it. Thanks for listening. Crying . . .
It's ironic that my little Elizabeth's due date was originally March 11, when I had lost the first little girl. Little Beth was born on the morning of March 6, 2010. What a special and loved baby. The joy that Scott and I felt. That night and for about a week afterward, my hormones crashed and I felt very sad and would cry at the drop of a hat. The baby blues hit. I knew what it was caused by, but I couldn't stop the crying. I called my mother only to have her say, "Stop acting crazy. You have a beautiful, healthy baby just what you wanted. There is no need to cry and start losing it. I'm sorry, I just can't relate." I received similar responses from my sisters. My mother-in-law was staying with us and helping out as Alex was still very young himself. I decided to ask her about the baby blues. The response that I received from her was every bit as cold and uncaring as the ones that I received from my family. She said with no emotion at all, "I never had it. I was always too busy to be depressed. Nope, can't relate." For a few days I would cry by myself in the bedroom, or while I took a bath. Scott tried to be supportive, but he's a man, so he really couldn't relate. The sadness and crying that I experienced for about a week and a half was awful. Once my hormones went back to normal, I felt like myself again. I was truly enjoying my babies, and life looked good again. I could never treat any woman going through the baby blues the way that I've been treated.
Scott told me that his mother is coming to visit the beginning on April and she is going to stay until June. His mother is a good woman, and she did do a good job in raising both of her sons. I can give her that credit and I do try to respect her and treat her with kindness. The problem is, I don't think she feels the same way about and toward me. I have received so many rude comments from her throughout my marriage to Scott. After having Beth, she left all the cleaning up to me, even after I had the baby because she didn't want Scott and I to take advantage of her. In her mind, she was the guest and didn't need to help out. I am normally a very neat person, but I was recovering from child birth, and dealing with the baby blues for a while. She has made comments of how pretty other women, even in my own family are, while in my company. This happened several times. It almost makes me wonder if she's thinking, "Why did Scott have to marry a homely girl like you? She has patted my bottom before and said, "I think you could stand to lose a little weight. I think you'll feel better about yourself." I didn't think I was fat, but that comment had me wondering. I grew up with parents who pointed out my weight every chance they got, until I lost weight from the Crohn's. I'll admit that I am built more like Mother Earth than Olive Oil. LOL!
Scott works long hours at night. I will be the one stuck with my MIL. I do try to be a nice and gracious daughter-in-law and hostess, but I really feel like she doesn't like me. I am so not looking forward to the visit that is coming up. She couldn't have chosen a worse time either. After spring break which officially ends today, as I go back to work on Monday; we will not have any more breaks until the end of the school year. April and May are nice in Anchorage. The snow is melted and it's warm outside. The students have spring/summer fever big time and are ready for the end. I will have to close out my classroom also. So much work!
Some of you may have read my posts in another thread. I have been having difficulty with my family. My relationship with my father and a sister are hard. I think the only reason why I get along with my mother is I know how to keep her happy. I do consider myself to be a good Christian, so cutting my family off, or retaliating is definitely not in my nature. I guess I'm just learning how to deal with a lot of hurt and misunderstandings.
I have been trying for a while now, and it isn't easy. Just when I think things are going fine, somebody has to open their mouth and say something stupid or thoughtless. My father is the king of that and my mother and a sister is not far behind. The last time my parents were visiting, my mother wanted to order some food for delivery. That was nice as it saved me some cooking time. I couldn't find our phone book. My father was getting impatient for me to get it. I finally told him that we didn't have one. I had remembered that Alex spilled water all over it. I'm sensitive to mold, so rather than let it dry, I threw it out. My dad practically yelled, "You don't have a phone book! What's wrong with you guys?" I tried to lighten things up by saying, "Okay dad, we're a bunch of hillbillies." Didn't work. My father used his I-Touch to look up the number. Oh my gosh!
That incident just brought everything out for me. I am sick of being treated like a stupid girl. Nothing I do is ever good enough. My mother makes comments all the time like, "Beth's feet are cold, you are dressing her appropriately. I can't believe you let your dog on the furniture. Beth is such a good baby. Clearly making reference that I wasn't a good baby." Add that to the fact that my mother is never satisfied. She is ambitious and so is my father. My dad is a supervisor with the Federal Aviation Administration. His position on the US Government scale is that of a General in the Army. When he travels, he stays in General's quarters. He went from a nineteen year-old, fisherman's son, marrying young; to college degree and working his way to the top in his field with the Government. He is doing quite well and has been for a while. My mother is always looking at what others have and comparing our family with others. She is very disappointed that my brother and I are not doing better. I feel like I can't have or do anything without my mother giving me advice or trying to change things so that it looks better from the outside. She is so focused on being the Joneses (not my maiden name). Both of my parents are very frugal. I can understand that as they both grew without much. They pay off their credit cards each month. Whenever mom suggests something that is out of our price range, I remind her of our budget. She then says, "Well, your dad and I can't afford much either." I hate that more than anything! I never hint or ask her to buy us anything. She and dad chose not to ring up large balances on their credit cards. I really admire that in them. She is really being thoughtless because Scott and I make nowhere near what my father makes. We do have debt that we are paying off. She doesn't realize how hurtful those money comments can be.
A couple of visits ago, Alex wasn't listening and my father yelled at him. I thought it was over the top. Alex is only two, and he is still learning appropriate behavior. Alex got scared and started crying. As I was comforting him, I told my dad, "That was too much. He's still very little, and you really scared him." Dad didn't apologize but he said, "I only did it, so he would stop and not want to do it again." I know all too well from my own experiences. My father is of the old school. He demanded instant obedience from us when we were growing up. He wasn't abusive, but he was very strict and didn't tolerate misbehavior. He had no trouble laying down the law with any of us. We are all grown and still get scolded from time to time by him.
I guess I just needed to get this out as I am having a hard month emotionally. I feel alone here. I work hard at school, come home and work some more. I feel like I have to agree with them on everything from religion, politics, child rearing, etc. if I want to keep the peace. I'm sick of my mother's negativity and keeping up the facade. I wish my father would just talk nice with and to me. I feel like he's always barking orders or lecturing me about something. I've learned a long time ago that he is not a warm, fuzzy person. I quit wishing for that. The stupid phone book incident brought back a lot of memories. After graduation, I lived at home for a while because of financial reasons. I've always considered myself to be a mild-mannered and respectful person. While I was living at home he had to know what I was up to in the evenings or on the weekends. I was not a wild, party type either. He commented about what I ate and how much. If we disagreed about anything he was always quick to say, "I don't need to give you a reason. It's my house. Don't you speak to me that way." After several arguments when I was trying to explain something he would get upset and say, "Just go to your room." I quit trying to reason with him. I learned to stay out of his way.
I guess I wanted some advice from those who have been in similar situations. There are times when I would really like to divorce my family, including Scott's mom. Then I think, "What would Jesus do?" They are my family and I want to have a good relationship with them. All the tension and negativity really does affect my Crohn's Disease. I usually have a flare-up after visit from my MIL. What should I try? I want to have love and harmony in my family. I also don't want to become engulfed in negativity. My health can't take it. Thanks for listening. Crying . . .