I met someone whose adult daughter and 2 grandkids were living with her. She was telling me things about her ex sil that i could so relate to. How he looked for every excuse to run an errand. Like errands that were illogical and made no sense. Like going to the supermarket to get milk in the middle of the night, when it easily could have waited (i thought my ex was just an ocd engineer). Or how her sil worked so much she could never ubderstand how they didn't have anything. Check. EVERYONE questioned why we didnt have a house. Well her sil ebentually ended up in and out of rehab. And doesnt talk to the kids. Thats not my situation. My ex is functioning ok.
But i am sick with anger.
It is really hard to be organized in my parents house. And i cant take it anymore. Everything gets lost. I cant keep track of things. I feel like im losing my mind. I dont have storage space.
I just want my own space.
If i lived on my own, had equity. Something to count on for retirement, none of this would bother me as much.
I went to school. Had really good grades. Got a doctorate in my profession. Waited till i was settled to have a child. Married someone that was an educated professional. And i got screwed.
Here's the funny thing. My ex told me I was the worst thing that came into his life. How he wished he never met me.
Ditto, if it wasnt for my son.
Now i know how bad people in 3rd world countries have it. I get it. I really do. Bit im not in a 3rd world country. I had opportunitites so it feels eben worse that im living like a knocked up teenager cause i married a duplicitous pos.
F. Him. And F. His mother. She had the nerve to send my son a 10 dollar gift certificate to mcdonalds. Wjy not give me back sone of the child support your son never paid me. Or chip in for yoir grandsons medical amd extra curriculars whoch is never given to me. Help me with rent. Since my parents housed her derelict son.
