Best not to read - long and depressing
Well its been 2 days of up and downs.
I can't go into a lot of detail, its private, but basically OHs parents, who you may recall live next door, have been massively interfering in some decisions which I feel are between me and OH - its about our kids, its our choice and its up to us to do what is in their best interests. But OH is so used to letting them run his life he goes and asks them all the time. Then while he is at work I get long discussions and lectures from them telling me what they think, what we should do (which is what they think as only they are right) and that the 'other people' they have called to discuss it with agree with them. Any expert opinion we may have asked is obviously wrong, doesn't know what they are talking about OR *I* have twisted what I was told to make what *I* wanted to hear, no matter that OH was there with me, as clearly *I* just make the decisions and tell OH what to say - basically they think if he agrees with them then he can think for himself and if he agrees with me then *I* am controlling him.
Last night I just reached the limit, tried to explain what I thought to OH but he just tries to shut me up because he doesn't want to listen to it, so I start to rant and shout, then he tells me I am nagging, then he shouts and walks out. SO I went a little angry and told him he is 44, a grown up and a father and we as a couple are responsible for our kids, and he needs to start making friggin decisions and stop trying to avoid all responsibility. Then had a mini breakdown.
OH then tries to tell me that he has listened and he 'will sort it' which means he will either do nothing in the hope it goes away, or go to tell his parents *I* want this or that, they will tell him *I* am wrong and he will come back brainwashed again. So it restarts. We have had the same discussion now many times over 6 years since the kids were even expected.
Anyway, so I just want some time out and peace and distance from them, but I can't because they live next door and every time I go in or out they are there asking me where am I going, who am I seeing, what am I doing and tell me what I should be doing. Today they were telling me how I should be looking after my cat (who I have had for 13 years) and how I should be looking after my chickens - basically implying I neglect them. The most spoilt animals in the world.
Then - rant part 2 - the wedding shoes I ordered hadn't arrived so I called the company who said they were waiting on a delivery due end of feb - HELLO, thats when the wedding is. YOu think they would have called to tell me before taking my money. So I called another 5 shops to be told the same thing, my size is out. One shop said they come in small anyway and I would be better off getting a size bigger, so have now ordered a size bigger, and I am sure they will be too big and have to go back. 7th attempt at shoes, and twice as expensive as I planned . . . .
My friend dropped my iPhone in her tea today - it still works but is a bit grumpy.
I have cheated badly and spent most of the day eating chocolate.
I had my job interview this morning, it went well and they are calling me back for a second interview. But now I will have to choose between this job - 9-530 5 days a week, so secure income, secure benefits, no family time with my kids . . . . or the job I am temporarily doing with my SIL which she says she will train me up on, which is totally flexible, loads of family time, but absolutely no security, no pension or benefits . . .
I am pleased with the interview but I just don't know what to do now, which way to go - sensible and secure or risky but kid friendly. My DS is 2, I don't want him in nursery 8-6 every day.
And because of all this stress and worry and serious thoughts going on, I am just totally fed up with the wedding, not looking forward to it at all. OH has shown no interest, doesn't even know the colour scheme or any idea of what i have organised. He doesn't want to go get fitted yet because he wants to lose more weight - but realistically he needs to be fitted now - 6 weeks before or he won't have time. I feel like I am having to nag him to do anything. He flatly refused to do shoe shopping, I had to go online, order 4 pairs, he chose one and I sent the rest back. He hasn't even tried them on yet.
He says it is like going on holiday, once he is on the plane he will get excited.
I just feel stupid, putting all this effort into planning all this day that no one else seems to care about at all.
OK - rant over, you can tune back in now.