I married a liar. How much do we know about the person we’re marrying? As much as that person tells us, right? Especially if there’s nobody to tell you facts from not-that-person perspective.
So I fell in love, we both fell in mad love and those first months did feel like heaven. I was in sick relationship before and meeting this guy felt lifesaving. Shorty after we got together I got a ring, and he wanted us to be a family, to have a baby, and I’d be stay home mom. Madly in love I said yes. And got pregnant with my precious baby boy that is now 2 months old.
We moved in together and things seemed to be very sweet and perfect.
But my happiness was ruined. When I watched his words not meeting his deeds. His brother moved in with us for some reason and at first I was totally ok with it. But only at first.
His family is F**KED UP. And I mean it. I WISH I NEVER met his f**ked up mother, his sick religious dad and his my-mom-dropped-me-when-I-was-a-baby sibling.
It’s hard to describe how much I hate them all since I blame them and I have a right to do so, for they destroyed our happy marriage and my dreams has shattered which is probably the worst part right here. Before this guy i lived a happy life and though I do love my son more than anything in the world, no, I did not need a baby and being a stay home mom with nobody to help with a baby, not even my husband. I hate myself for saying yes to him and now I’m here, alone but married with a baby. I feel like leaving every day and I will eventually. Because settling for this just for the sake of my child is not not not worth it. I believe we will have an amazing life as a mom and baby. Without all this crap that his family brings into our lives.
I talked to husband many times about how I feel about his family but he never listens, his family is more important than me. And if I ever knew that I’d ignore this piece of sh-t since the day I met him.