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Jennie
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« on: September 23, 2011, 09:43:17 PM » |
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So I live with my in-laws. They're old fashioned Vietnamese who think everything has to be their way, or they'll die. Whether it' doing something in the house, or taking care of my own son. I"ve been in the depressive stage lately. Staying up late, because I'm awake crying myself to sleep. However, when I know I have something to do, no matter how much lack of sleep I've had. I get my ass up. Well they like to sleep with my son, as much as I insist on taking him, because he's like my little comfort object that helps me sleep, and when he's by my side, I wake up when he does in the morning. But they insist that he sleeps with them every night, because they don't want him to wake my husband at night. (He works 12 hour shifts and gets home in the AM) Well he's a quiet freaking sleeper, and if he does get up for feedings the max is one! So basically, if I'm not needed, I'm gonna stay in bed with my husband,because I didn't freaking sleep til atleast 5-7AM everyday. (Rushing thoughts/crying spells) and I get yelled at for that. Saying I need to get up and help his Mother cook food, clean the house, and watch my son. I'd be watching my son if you hadn't taken him from me every night. and fine, putting that aside, if he's going to sleep with you, and you have something to do, come let me know and I'll get my ass up and watch him. He is after all, my son!
So here it is.. Woke up this morning in a depressive state, but it doesn't stop me from my duties as a mother and wife. (As soon as they leave, I cook and clean. I don't do it when they're around, because I don't want to hear the criticism.) Their usual bitching bothered me more than it usually does. So I sat on the couch and started texting out my feelings to myself. (write a harsh letter and throw it away) My husband sees my butt face and just keeps taking it up the ass. A little bit after the letter, I started tearing up. So I went to the bedroom, so I could have my little moment to myself, aand try to take a deep breath afterwards and get on with my life. But my husband came in and took it all upon himself as always. Saying,"Whats wrong?!" over and over. when I'm in a depressive state, I zone everything out, and don't want to be bothered. You talk to me and ask me a question, I'll answer it out to you in my head. So he raised his voice and said, why do you have to take everything up the ass (referring about his parents) It got their attention and they come in making my episode even worse. Yelling at me, saying wtf is wrong with me. and by the time my husband realized that it wasn't about them at all, and it was my BP, he told them to back off. Keep in mind that they're Vietnamese. Close minded, and uneducated about present day. The only illnesses they know of, are something you catch, like a cold, flu, STD, or if you get Cancer. My father in-law says,"what does she have to be sad about? why is she sad? She's sad just randomly like that? that makes no sense at all. She doesn't cry at 4pm. that freaking set me off and I got hysterical and started balling my heart out, to the point that my body was shaking, veins popped out, and i looked crazy. My mother is the only person that almost fully understands my BP and at that point, of hysteria, and lack of thought, I wanted to bang my head on the brick wall and just die. I felt like I was being pushed into a corner and being attacked. So I called my Mom in the middle of everything, which might have been rude, but I needed it in that moment. She was the only person that could calm me down. I needed someone to calm me down before I did something I'd regret. My father in-law assumes I'm calling her to tell on them and make them look bad, so he comes in and says give me that and took the phone right out of my hand while I was talking to her. and when he was talking to her, he wouldn't even let her get a word in. He was telling his side of the story and wouldn't let her speak. That's the way he is, what he says is right, and no one else can say anything. My Mother in-law finally took the phone and apologized to my Mother for my Father in-laws behavior. and swore that she loves me like her own and not just a daughter in-law. (I have no problems with Mother in-law, Just father in-law)
After being attacked, and feeling bitter, not wanting to trust anyone again. Feeling like I would have to try harder to hide my BP, because not like anyone will understand me, or wants to, fear of being attacked like that again. and as bitter as I was towards him, I was the one that ended up apologizing!!!! Why do I do that?!?! I even tried to explain BP to them, but it looked as though they were 100% clueless, and didn't care. My Father in-law says, "Well I just want a happy family. It's all over and done with, Don't hold it in your belly." and my Mother in-law says,"I don't really understand your illness, but I just feel bad for my son, that he has to deal with it. He loves you so he sets that flaw aside." Can you imagine how much worse that made me feel?! My mother in-law is an adorable sweet lady, but I wonder if she knows things she says are hurtful. Or is it me...Do I over analyze too much and take things out of context? Or was that really as bad as it sounded? Today's my Husband and my 5 year anniversary. Where you're supposed to be in a good mood, but I lay here and think to myself, "Am I good enough for him? Am I a burden? Pathetic? Useless? Stupid?" (They call me slow and make me feel really stupid.)
Everything in the house is back to normal after my apology, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still hurting right now. I can hide it better than earlier, but I"m still hurting. I wish my husband and I could just go have a night out to ourselves and rekindle our love, and forget about them. Just for a day..........Life of a Vietnamese American BP
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