I feel like I get too bent out of shape over these things, but, I just can't tell anymore...
You see, my DF and I haven't been together long, and, we were only dating for a few months before i got pregnant with Jelly Bean (Or Oops). We both decided that it would be for the best for us to stay together, and make it work for the baby.
DF (Zack) and I get along speldndidly, and we rarely have any major spats (Other than I don't talk about my emotions and problems) aside from "Ouh, you didn't do the laundry today...Well..Damn." But that's about it. And even though we've only been together a very short time, [5 months] I know that Iove him dearly, and am glad to have him in my life.
However, as much as I love him, his family is putting so much strain on our relationship, that I just can't handle it. Shortly into my pregnancy, I became anemic, and already suffering from hypoglycemia,(glucose deficency in the blood stream) I was basically told I have to take it easy.
Having to give up a high stress job as an EMT, I was asked to come and stay with Zack, and let him basically do all the bacon bringing, I resigned to just staying home, and doing chores around the house, while I studied for school (moving from EMT to EMS or, Paramedic)
That being said, FIL is just a bag of dicks to me. I don't follow your typical christian religion, which in these parts, (I'm in the bible belt) is a big deal, and as a practitioner of Wicca. He insults me by calling me a witch, and refuses to even hear what I have to say about the matter. IT is typical to deal with, when living in this area, to find biggoted people such as this, but for him to call me a "Witch" Outloud like that is not only insulting, but just wrong. And I mean wrong in the sense that, I'm not a witch, thats LeVayan Satanists.
I am, by no stretch of the mind, a satanist. Nor am I a witch, I do not dance naked in the moon light around a bondfire, and sacrifce chickens to some 8 legged god. No, I worship the moon, and during the proper phases, I go, and pray to her, and hope for her blessings, and offer her breads, and wine. I pray like a Christian, just to a different Goddess.
More over than that, his dad is just intolerable, calling me names when he thinks I can't hear, and blaming me for "Ruining his baby boys life." He refuses to accept that I was on birthcontroll when this pregnancy happened, and now, he treats me like I'm a demon. I get whined at that he never sees me out of my room, and that I never come talk to him, but, what will we talk about? We've run into this problem before. Mr.Evans (FIL) Zack (DF) and Noah(BIL) all have the uncanny urge to talk about nothing but pussy pussy pussy sex vagina guns grilling pussy, this one time I did /this/ to a girl. I'm sorry, but as a woman, I just don't care to hear about thier tales of chasing a woman, and what they do to her in the bedroom. Why would I go out of my way to listen to something I don't care in the least about, when he can't take the time to listen to me about something that's important?
And then, Noah (BIL) Is such a dick to me, it's laughable. When I was setting up the plans for my Reveal party, Noah got up in arms because I was inviting people he didn't like to the party. He even said "You can't invite these people to the party, these are people I don't like." I looked at him and I said "I don't give a damn if you like them or not, this isn't about you, this is about me and Zack, telling the people we care about what gender baby we are having. If you don't like the people there, you can either tolerate it, and realize this isn't about you, or you can stay home."
His entire family rides my ass about it, and Doris (MIL) is just as bad. She will nag me about everything I eat...I mean EVERYTHING. I know, drinking Soda isn't the best thing for me, but, I want to drink Soda, and 1 can a day won't hurt the baby. Most of my fluid intake is water, or Kool-aide, or juice, but the one can of soda, and she's on my ass. One hot dog, and I'm poisoning my baby. I get that she just wants to be helpful, but unless she sees me eat everymeal everyday, she just needs to stfu. I appriciate that she is concerned, (and I have told her such) but she doesn't get that I am taking care of my baby, and if I wanted her advice I would ask for it.
The only person in the family I get along with, is Granny, and that's because she's just old and sweet, and happy to have a grand=baby.
Am I over reacting to how this family treats me, by having my feelings hurt so often? I feel like because of who I am, they will treat my baby poorly, or love it less. I can't stand the thought of making my baby lose out on love because I'm its mother. But I can't change who I am just to please them...I just feel like they hate me...