~ Grin and bear it ~ it sounds like an option, but actually isn't ~ agreeing just to not have an argument ~ screaming in a pilow later ~
My family of 5 lives with my parents, been living with them for 5 years now. It's not crowded, it's the house I grew up in, so roomy.
My husband keeps getting into yelling matches with my dad, which makes the house scary to be in, but nowhere to be.
But that's not why I'm here today; what happened today is 5 years of realization. so..
Like I said, I live with my parents. It's their house; everything is in their name. For a while, I went to church with them, but stopped because Sundays were my husband's only day off at the time. They still go, and it seems like they're always disappointed when I don't go. It's been over a year, and I try to avoid them on Sundays.
We live in their house. I graduated from a private Baptist school. My parents enrolled my son in that school. They pay for his school, they pay for his uniform, they pay for his supplies.
We live in their house. They pay for my son's school. My daughter needs a little more help, so I enrolled her in public school; private schools can't help her. My mom just said 'okay' and walked away. I got my daughter extra school supplies, A new backpack, the works.
We live in their house. They pay for my son's school. I cared for my daughter's needs. For the last week for so my mom asked how I felt about a Wednesday night kids program at the church, I said it sounded fun, I remembered going when I was younger. She paid for the program for all 3 kids, including my youngest, whom she doesn't have a seat for, so I would have to take her and stay until it's over. When she asked, it wasn't to get my opinion; it was to tell me what she was going to do without asking.
We live in their house. They pay for my son's school. I cared for my daughter's needs. My opinion doesn't matter.
So why do I deal with all this? Why do I just grin and bear it? because even if they don't admit it, I feel like I'll always 'owe' them because we live there. I feel like I will always have to agree because we live there. It seems like if I argue, it'll make things worse.
My husband may voice his opinion. But I silently suffer because I feel like I have to
I'm writing this in my van so no one can hear me cry while I type