Me part 3
H is always telling me I had a deprived childhood but I think he's just jealous. He was raised in a large city by a single father who was gone most of the time. FIL had to support 3 kids by himself and worked 2 jobs. I was raised by my father and grandmother, my bm flitted in and out of our lives when it suited her. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone so you couldn't get into any trouble because your parents knew about it before you got home. We lived on the family farm, my dad taught at the local high school. There was and still isn't any cable tv in that area so my brother and I had to use our imaginations to entertain ourselves. We learned real young to never tell our dad or grandmother we were bored. They'd always find something for us to do and it wasn't much fun. My dad taught me that if I wanted something to work for it and it would mean more than having it given to me. He always had time for us and always listened to whatever we had to say. He might not have agreed but he listened. He wanted my brother and me to be able to us our heads for something more than a hat rack. H says that I was too strict with my sons when they were growing up but I always knew where they were, what they were doing and who they were doing it with. My sons love and respect me just like I do my father. They have never missed a birthday, mother's day or any other holiday. Sd has never once wished H a happy birthday or father's day much less given him a card or gift. I have every gift and card my sons have ever given me and every letter and e-mail they have sent to me. I'm sure I've made mistakes with them, we all have since the little buggers don't come with an owners manual. But I don't think I would change how they have turned out. They're fine young men and I'm very proud of them. At least I know I won't be seeing either of them in a Girls gone wild video. I'm sure sd will be on one soon if not on some porn site on the net.
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Good for you
Don't let your husband try to drag you down and belittle your accomplishments. It is really something to be able to look at the children you raised and be proud of how they turned out. I hope I can do that with both my BDs! Fingers crossed.
On a related note, MIL actually said she expected SD15 to turn up pregnant one of these days. Her own granddaughter, but she said it, not me. I just think it...
You need to
You need to tell H exactly what you just told us. Sometimes you have to be brutally honest to get your point across.
I think your H and mine wear the same hat
"To Thine Own Self Be True" William Shakesphere
It's made of lead and therefore nothing gets thru to the thickened skull underneath.
I know that once in awhile I still engage in battle with h. Tho that isn't on the road to detaching, so I have been trying to stop myself. My ex's psychiatrist put it to me like this-trying to reason with and understand H is as futile and hopeless as trying to reason with and understand someone who is drunk. So I turned around and married another one. What does that say about me???
But if I say white, H'll say black. If I say it's cold, he'll say it's warm...and on and on and on. Honestly, he critisizes everything I do-I can't even pick out paint for a bedroom without him going off about the color (and I stick with neutrals). I've decided that your H, is just like mine. They are so threatened because we are more intellegent than they are, better people than they are, so they have to try to bring us down to their level no matter the cost. As my sis put it to me "water seeks it's own level, and he's so far below you, he's trying to bring you down to his level, because bringing himself up to yours would require effort." Great statement. So just blow him off-that's what I'm trying to do with mine. And not in the way he would like! :jawdrop: