I Quit My Family
F 57, M 65, M 17
Married 20 years, 2 independent adult sons, and a teenager ( a really good kid overall, not spoiled, honor student etc., but prone to outbursts) at home.
Bipolar but stable for years.
Shattered my ankle two months ago and immediately learned how much I was taken for granted by my husband and son. They were mad about the disruption to their routine. Mad about having to cook. Fed me soup and cheese & crackers for days until I lost my shit and smashed a plate. No treats, no Starbucks, no candy bar, no Culver’s for 2 weeks after my injury, until a family friend shamed them by bringing over a couple cases of Vernors for me.
Husband yelled at me for “causing” complications with my injury. Sulked about having to care for the dogs. Teenager went ballistic when I tried to explain how to cook salmon. In fact, multiple freakouts and abusive episodes over having to make food for me. At one point, 2 weeks after my injury, I asked my husband (who lives separately, for reasons) to please take the teenager til the end of the school year. (Weeks). I told him I was being abused. He ignored me. I begged again a few days later. I was ignored again. A couple days ago I pleaded, for the third time, and was ignored.
So I have quit my family, and it’s permanent. I will never forgive this level of mistreatment and my therapist backs me up 100%. Shopping and cooking? Done with it. Pot roast, gingerbread, homemade chicken soup and cherry pie? Pans went into the garbage. Laundry piled 3 feet high? Good luck with that. I have the laying hens listed for sale as I type this. Fresh eggs are all over now. Conversation? Over. Fake hugs after being screamed at? Please! I have told them that when the dogs are gone, I’m gone. They are walking around with baffled looks on their faces. Wifeing and mothering is done. Anyone else? Edit- this would not post in the Relationships sub, not sure why. Since this issue relates to an older woman who is indeed aging, I thought to post it here.