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I don't know where to start. For weeks now I've felt a huge and heavy weight on my shoulders/chest. I 'm having a hard time breathing. I feel as though my relationships are falling apart. With my parents primarily. We just don't connect like we use to. There is so much judgement, so much resentment. Stemming from my choice not to have my mom at the birth of my daughter. I wanted it to be an intimate ceremony between my husband and myself, and our new child. She took it as me pushing her out of my life.
Things have snowballed since then. Comments here and there, taken the wrong way. My dad saying that I intentionally try to hurt people around me by sabatoging the things they care most about. I found him drinking while watching my daughter a few weeks ago (middle of the day, for 2 hours). I feel betrayed, confused. Like I want them completely out of my life, but I also want them close. I'm mourning the vision I have had for so long... the "it takes a village" mentality is one I've held so close and it's literally falling apart before my eyes.
I don't trust my parents to be with my daughter. Not so much because I fear for her safety, but our relationship is not collaborative, we can't talk openly about what we're observing in DD's behavior, how things that I do could help or hinder her. I don't feel like I can accept their advice because I don't feel like either of them are in a stable place. But I want their advice SO MUCH! I want to know what i was like at DD's age, how they handled the two year old phase. What they think about the possibility of me homsechooling, not vaxing, practicing attachment parenting. They hold me in such a negative light. They don't like me as a person anymore.
I feel like my life is falling apart. I use to depend on their opinion for my own self worth. I know that's not right. But now I don't know where I belong. Where I fit in in this world. I'm juggling work (mostly from home) so I can be with DD full time, my internship (so I can finish getting my 3,000 MFT licensure hours, running the household, providing as stable an environment for DD as possible (taking her to the Farmer's market, playdates, music class). I can barely take her into the office with me anymore because she is very much in the throes of the "terrible two's" (I hate that term, but am not sure how else to describe some of her challenging behaviors).
Last night DH told me that the only MFTs he knows are "crazy" and to not turn out like them. Makes me want to rip up the intern registration that I was so pround of that just arrived in the mail last week. He said he was "joking" but he also says that "jokes are 80% truth." He then said I would feel better if I got up with him at 6:45 and went for a walk, he threw the word "lazy" in to the mix there and all I could think of was that I'm "lazy and crazy." Fell asleep with that mantra playing through my head. I can barely wake up at 7:30 after tossing and turning trying to fall asleep at night and being awoken at 4 or 5 to nurse DD.
I just want to disappear. I want to numb myself. I've cancelled two playdates, two music classes, one meeting with my homeschooling group, and three evening sessions with my clinets over the past coupld of weeks. I say I'm "sick." Which I suposse, isn't too far from teh truth. I am fatigued, exhausted, just want to cry most of the time. I actually packed my bags this weekend to leave, to go where I don't know, I just had the sudden urge to flee everything, flee life (BTW, this is so uncharacteristic of me). But I guess it's right in line with me being "crazy" right?
I don't know what to do. I want to push my parents away but I feel that I need their support. My husband says I don't. They let me down tremendously during my pregnancy and the whole birth drama and it still hasn't been resolved. DH has lost all respect for them and they're so unstable there doesn't seem to be any way to reconnect...to get back the open, communicative relationship we once had back. I feel like I'm grieving. I don't like to be fake around my daughter but I don't want her to see me like this. We can't afford childcare...we can barely afford to keep our house. I have to cut back on therapy (I've only met with her twice, but It's already breaking us financially).
I just want to crawl into a hole right now. Oh yeah...and it's time to start trying for #2 (so they can be spaced about 3 years apart). Can I scream now?!!!
Things have snowballed since then. Comments here and there, taken the wrong way. My dad saying that I intentionally try to hurt people around me by sabatoging the things they care most about. I found him drinking while watching my daughter a few weeks ago (middle of the day, for 2 hours). I feel betrayed, confused. Like I want them completely out of my life, but I also want them close. I'm mourning the vision I have had for so long... the "it takes a village" mentality is one I've held so close and it's literally falling apart before my eyes.
I don't trust my parents to be with my daughter. Not so much because I fear for her safety, but our relationship is not collaborative, we can't talk openly about what we're observing in DD's behavior, how things that I do could help or hinder her. I don't feel like I can accept their advice because I don't feel like either of them are in a stable place. But I want their advice SO MUCH! I want to know what i was like at DD's age, how they handled the two year old phase. What they think about the possibility of me homsechooling, not vaxing, practicing attachment parenting. They hold me in such a negative light. They don't like me as a person anymore.
I feel like my life is falling apart. I use to depend on their opinion for my own self worth. I know that's not right. But now I don't know where I belong. Where I fit in in this world. I'm juggling work (mostly from home) so I can be with DD full time, my internship (so I can finish getting my 3,000 MFT licensure hours, running the household, providing as stable an environment for DD as possible (taking her to the Farmer's market, playdates, music class). I can barely take her into the office with me anymore because she is very much in the throes of the "terrible two's" (I hate that term, but am not sure how else to describe some of her challenging behaviors).
Last night DH told me that the only MFTs he knows are "crazy" and to not turn out like them. Makes me want to rip up the intern registration that I was so pround of that just arrived in the mail last week. He said he was "joking" but he also says that "jokes are 80% truth." He then said I would feel better if I got up with him at 6:45 and went for a walk, he threw the word "lazy" in to the mix there and all I could think of was that I'm "lazy and crazy." Fell asleep with that mantra playing through my head. I can barely wake up at 7:30 after tossing and turning trying to fall asleep at night and being awoken at 4 or 5 to nurse DD.
I just want to disappear. I want to numb myself. I've cancelled two playdates, two music classes, one meeting with my homeschooling group, and three evening sessions with my clinets over the past coupld of weeks. I say I'm "sick." Which I suposse, isn't too far from teh truth. I am fatigued, exhausted, just want to cry most of the time. I actually packed my bags this weekend to leave, to go where I don't know, I just had the sudden urge to flee everything, flee life (BTW, this is so uncharacteristic of me). But I guess it's right in line with me being "crazy" right?
I don't know what to do. I want to push my parents away but I feel that I need their support. My husband says I don't. They let me down tremendously during my pregnancy and the whole birth drama and it still hasn't been resolved. DH has lost all respect for them and they're so unstable there doesn't seem to be any way to reconnect...to get back the open, communicative relationship we once had back. I feel like I'm grieving. I don't like to be fake around my daughter but I don't want her to see me like this. We can't afford childcare...we can barely afford to keep our house. I have to cut back on therapy (I've only met with her twice, but It's already breaking us financially).
I just want to crawl into a hole right now. Oh yeah...and it's time to start trying for #2 (so they can be spaced about 3 years apart). Can I scream now?!!!