Mother's Day pain.
I think next year I'm just going to take my baby and go hang out with my mom all mother's day. It may be the only way for me to feel loved.
I was woken up early by Dh's alarm clock going off and him not turing it off. He hit snooze 2 times before my alarm clock went off once... good thing we didn't have a long day ahead of us. Sleep is hard to come by when you're 3/4 of the way done your pregnancy.
So my and Dh were volenteering with our Legion for a pancake breakfast. It started at 8 am and continued untill 1pm. It was a blast and we had alot of fun helping. Then BM and her family showed up. She held my four year old step daughter in her lap and hand fed her her breakfast. The whole time she was whining to her in this baby voice... "You're such a good girl... look at how much you eat!" :sick:
One of the ladies we work with is Bm's older sister's MIL. She can not get over how her two and a half year old grand child (SD's cousin) is doing sooo much better feeding herself and potty training. She made a few negative comments about bm. I tried to keep my mouth as shut as possible, but I had to join in a bit. Dh knew I was stressed.
So 1pm comes around and we go home. I really needed a nap but I was wondering what Dh had planned for mother's day. Turns out it was the same thing as Valentines Day, just no hand made card this time. I got a massage... nice... No card. No flowers. No chocolate. No candle. Nothing that he would have had to leave the house for. I feel bad because he was trying to be nice, but it was obvious that he put as much planning into my first mother's day (as a mother and not a sm) as he did into the trial where we lost our 50/50 access to Sd. (zero)
So I was alittle upset. To make matters worse my bestfriend (my mom lol) called me super excited because a BIG bunch of flowers showed up at her door unexpected. Dad is working out of town right now and he wanted to make sure she knew he was thinking of her.
So we're laying in bed (I really needded a nap), and I was trying to talk to Dh about how I felt. We had SDs dance recital to go to that night and I felt like an interloper. He asked "Why?" and before I was done my explanation he was snoring.
So I called my mom and got her to come visit. She was going to the dance recital too so she drove us there. We show up and get a program. Sd's name is wrong. Its put down as her first name and Bm's first name instead of her first and last name. No ties to DH for this event. Sd has always complained about hating dance and her mom making her go, and I thought she was just lieing a bit. Nope. We watch the show and she looks miserable. I mention this to Dh afterwards and he freaked.
"Why do you have to talk so loudly about the things that frustrate me about my family?"
"Well if you still consider Bm (who was just a hole to fill, not even a girlfriend when she got pregnant) your family then WTF am I?"
He didn't anwser.
The day continued... no Mother's day dinner. I got 7-11 chicken. I'm so sick of this lack of appreciation, it makes me sick. And he just thinks I'm a spoiled brat... still...
I wish we had more time with our counsellor.