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I've reached screaming pitch. Took me quite awhile, but I'm so fed-up, I'm overflowing. Just how much bad luck are we going to have??
Let me explain, briefly.
My DH and I live on a farm with our 5yo. Unfortunately he bought the farm with his mother (her idea), just before he met me. She was quite happy with the arrangement, until he met me. MIL was not impressed. Not with me personally, the situation. DH wasn't supposed to get married and have a family, in her book. She's been giving us grief for 6 years now.
She made me do a DNA test on our son when he was born, hoping that I was having another man's child and my DH will leave me. She had no fact, no nothing to base this on, except that my son was born at 32 weeks and I got pregnant the moment my DH touched me, just about. We started our relationship and I was pregnant within a month. The test results came back and when I told her the baby was her son's she turned and walked off. I'm still waiting for an apology.
She mocked me when my grandmother died. Seriously, we were starting a small pig farm to raise money to live off and she told a friend of mine, in front of me, that I'm going to do it with my gran, who died that morning. You wouldn't believe the look of enjoyment on her face when she said that. I was too shocked to slap her. I wish I did.
She took over the main house to use as a guest house to make money for herself and my DH and I lived in a two room building with no water, no plumbing. She wouldn't let us live in the main house even for a few weeks after our son was born, in case she gets paying guests. She didn't need the money.
My DH spent all his money on fixing up her previous properties, on her... He was broke when our son was born. I started a vegetable garden when my son was 3 weeks old to sell veggies! She accused me of being lazy! Digging in the garden, trying to earn a living for us. My DH helped, but I wanted to do something. I couldn't just sit and do nothing.
Neither of us could get jobs. We had nothing. She wasn't willing to help us.
We both worked incredibly hard for the past 5 years to survive. Everytime we get a break, get some money, MIL's resentful. Everytime I sent people to her guest house she has some excuse not to thank me. I've made her a pile of money, but never once did she say "thank you".
DH and I had so much bad luck here. We finally talked her into putting the farm up for sale so we can go somewhere we can work, make a living. Have a bathroom! We still camp. We live like animals. She doesn't give a @@@.
We're really struggling, but we don't ask her for anything, we just help her where we can. Now she's making people think she's looking after us. I get this attitude from people, like why are not looking after her? If people had any idea what really goes on on this farm!
She put the farm up for nearly twice as much as they paid for it, we talked her down, finally, but with the recession and everything, we're not getting buyers. It's been 4 years!!!!
I'm so desperate to get out of here. Away from her, away from having no money, problems all the time. We get broken into when we leave the house. 3 Times this year.
I've lost a few chickens this year and now my very special little "runt", Joy is dying. I feel like I've swallowed a stone, I'm on the brink of tears all the time.
We went through so much over the past few years, I've lost my Dad, some friends of mine died, my gran. I barely have time to catch my breath before the next blow.
I just want this place to sell or something.
I want my chickens to stop getting killed, stop dying, stop getting stolen.
I want us to get some financial security, or at least enough money to get ourselves sorted here. Basically this farm needs to sell.
I'm tired, I'm irritated with MIL and her @@@@, actually I'm about ready to do something bad to her.
At least my Dh is completely with me. He's also fed-up with her.
We've been so good to her. I sat in the hospital for 7 hours to get her checked in for her hip operation two years ago. I helped her around the house when she got discharged. The moment she got better I got treated like dirt again. She's not going to accept that her son's got a family now.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, but I'm going to stop now.
I'm just so tired of this. And now Joy's dying and I just can't handle any more at the moment. I seriously need something good in my life now. Or a hug.
Going to have a long, frustrated cry now. With little Joy on my lap.
Thanks for listening
Let me explain, briefly.
My DH and I live on a farm with our 5yo. Unfortunately he bought the farm with his mother (her idea), just before he met me. She was quite happy with the arrangement, until he met me. MIL was not impressed. Not with me personally, the situation. DH wasn't supposed to get married and have a family, in her book. She's been giving us grief for 6 years now.
She made me do a DNA test on our son when he was born, hoping that I was having another man's child and my DH will leave me. She had no fact, no nothing to base this on, except that my son was born at 32 weeks and I got pregnant the moment my DH touched me, just about. We started our relationship and I was pregnant within a month. The test results came back and when I told her the baby was her son's she turned and walked off. I'm still waiting for an apology.
She mocked me when my grandmother died. Seriously, we were starting a small pig farm to raise money to live off and she told a friend of mine, in front of me, that I'm going to do it with my gran, who died that morning. You wouldn't believe the look of enjoyment on her face when she said that. I was too shocked to slap her. I wish I did.
She took over the main house to use as a guest house to make money for herself and my DH and I lived in a two room building with no water, no plumbing. She wouldn't let us live in the main house even for a few weeks after our son was born, in case she gets paying guests. She didn't need the money.
My DH spent all his money on fixing up her previous properties, on her... He was broke when our son was born. I started a vegetable garden when my son was 3 weeks old to sell veggies! She accused me of being lazy! Digging in the garden, trying to earn a living for us. My DH helped, but I wanted to do something. I couldn't just sit and do nothing.
Neither of us could get jobs. We had nothing. She wasn't willing to help us.
We both worked incredibly hard for the past 5 years to survive. Everytime we get a break, get some money, MIL's resentful. Everytime I sent people to her guest house she has some excuse not to thank me. I've made her a pile of money, but never once did she say "thank you".
DH and I had so much bad luck here. We finally talked her into putting the farm up for sale so we can go somewhere we can work, make a living. Have a bathroom! We still camp. We live like animals. She doesn't give a @@@.
We're really struggling, but we don't ask her for anything, we just help her where we can. Now she's making people think she's looking after us. I get this attitude from people, like why are not looking after her? If people had any idea what really goes on on this farm!
She put the farm up for nearly twice as much as they paid for it, we talked her down, finally, but with the recession and everything, we're not getting buyers. It's been 4 years!!!!
I'm so desperate to get out of here. Away from her, away from having no money, problems all the time. We get broken into when we leave the house. 3 Times this year.
I've lost a few chickens this year and now my very special little "runt", Joy is dying. I feel like I've swallowed a stone, I'm on the brink of tears all the time.
We went through so much over the past few years, I've lost my Dad, some friends of mine died, my gran. I barely have time to catch my breath before the next blow.
I just want this place to sell or something.
I want my chickens to stop getting killed, stop dying, stop getting stolen.
I want us to get some financial security, or at least enough money to get ourselves sorted here. Basically this farm needs to sell.
I'm tired, I'm irritated with MIL and her @@@@, actually I'm about ready to do something bad to her.
At least my Dh is completely with me. He's also fed-up with her.
We've been so good to her. I sat in the hospital for 7 hours to get her checked in for her hip operation two years ago. I helped her around the house when she got discharged. The moment she got better I got treated like dirt again. She's not going to accept that her son's got a family now.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, but I'm going to stop now.
I'm just so tired of this. And now Joy's dying and I just can't handle any more at the moment. I seriously need something good in my life now. Or a hug.
Going to have a long, frustrated cry now. With little Joy on my lap.
Thanks for listening
