WHAT?

A few years ago my brother gave us a little house plant.  I watered it once and it didn't do well so my boyfriend has taken it upon himself to care for the plant. I was told to never water it again. Well yesterday he yells at me because I never water it and now it is dieing. Guess why its dieing. From stem rot. Guess what causes that? Too much water. But its my fault.

Then the other day he told me he wanted french fries for dinner so I was making him some. We have a plastic skimmer for removing stuff from hot liquid. Poached eggs, out of hot water, fried foods out of hot oil. Its  a Teflon safe thing so its made for heat.

So I am removing the french fries when he walks in. Now he never cooks for himself and did not cook before i met him. He starts telling me that I am poisoning him with toxic plastic. I explain that the item is made for this task and is tempered for the heat. he tells me I am wrong and he can smell the toxic fumes from the melting plastic. It was not melting. I have used this exact item for this same task at least 100 times over the past three years. IT IS WHAT IT IS MADE FOR.

Then the day before that I was making mushrooms for spaghetti. The man who never cooks came in to tell me I am doing it wrong and I have ruined the mushrooms and the spaghetti now.... I used to run a restaurant people!

Woah

So My boyfriends controlling and mean behavior has started to get  a little weird. The past month or two he has tarted making comments about "Putting me in my place" or giving me a black eye or violence in general.

He has always banged around a lot when angry and it definitely makes me feel uncomfortable. But now I am concerned a little bit with this new development.

He also says morbid things. Like the other day the baby dropped his toy on the floor in the car and he said.

"You dropped it, it's dead now. You never get to see it again."

This is to weird.

4th of July

So I caved and we went to visit my boyfriends parents on 4th of July. Again it was a train wreck

We made a plan to leave our house at around 7pm to avoid the heat and traffic. Well 5pm rolls around and I get a call from my boyfriend. He is downs stairs and wants me to bring the baby and everything down so we can leave. I tell him that I am not ready to leave and we are going to leave at 7pm. He tells me no and he wants to leave right now. So I ask him to come up and help me then. He can;t his back hurts. So he hangs out down stairs while I throw all the stuff together and make three trips up and down our three flights of stairs to get everything in the car. I am exhausted and angry by the time I get in the car that he has to control everything I do and CANNOT help me with his crazy demands.

 SO we get there and they always have a bed for my son but I usually don't have him sleep in it due to their sheets being washed in stuff that irritates his skin. Well they bought all the right stuff and made his bed as scent free as possible. Then whined that he needs to sleep in this bed they made him. So that night I lay him down in it and he screams. I pick him up. I lay him down he screams. Then of course my boyfriend. "She lets him sleep by her and now he refuses to sleep in his bed." This is not true he always sleeps in his bed until around 7am when I want a few more hours of sleep. I cave and let him sleep on his bouncer.

My boyfriends mother has a weird issue where she likes to take my son where i cant see him. I am sure you read the MIL post. Well this upsets him because he is usually hungry and so on. Well at on point she takes him to her room. I walk in after about 20 minutes. She is showing his videos on YouTube. Videos sexy women dancing and even more disturbing of toddlers in swimsuits acting sexy at beauty pageants. I take him away from her to which she protests that he was enjoying the videos. Totally not appropriate.

So that night I try to lay him in that damn bed again and instantly crying again. When I go to pick him up something stabs me. I look and the is a clear thumb tack in there. After I took it out and rocked the poor guy back to sleep he fell asleep fine in there.

There is no office in there, its just a guest room. No reason for a thumbtack to be in there. Nothing on the walls.

So the next morning I am exhausted from lack of sleep partly from the fussy baby from the two nights there and from trying to figure out what the ef is going on. So as you know my boyfriend has almost nothing to do with the baby. So at one point the baby is super tired. But he needs a bath because he is covered in hives from his grandpas aftershave that I have asked him a few times not to wear. And his wonky sleep from the thumb tack. So I hand the baby to my boyfriend. He is tired, hungry and needs a bath. I am going to jump in the shower and rinse off. Bring me the baby in 2 minutes. He needs a bath then Ill nurse him to sleep.

I tell him this in front of him parents. I tell him not to let him fall asleep because he is hungry and will wake up after 20 minuted to eat and miss out on the long nap he and I need.

So after two minutes I yell "I am ready."..... nothing.... So I yell again.... nothing..... I get out and yell out the door maybe they can't hear me.... Nothing.... I get out and ask him whats going on.

His mother took the baby into her room and rocked him to sleep. In that two minutes. After I TOLD THEM NOT TO DO THAT. HE was up 20 minutes later to eat and I was livid.

Before we decided to see his parents I had plans with my cousin for 4th of July which we canceled. I agreed to go there because at the school where there are fireworks they have an astro turf field and boyfriend is allergic to grass (as well as everything else on the face of the earth). I want to lay on blanket and watch the fireworks with my son so he can play and roll and all of those things because he is an antsy baby. So it rains that morning and I didn't bring a tarp with me. So I ask his dad if he has a tarp we can lay down under the blanket in case the astro turf is wet.

He tells me that we are just going to watch it from the car.

I tell him no that there is no way my son would sit in the car like that.

He tells me well he cant sit on a blanket cause of his back (does this sound familiar)

I tell him I saw some of those camping chairs in the garage.

He tells me he cannot sit and look up at the fireworks (which you look up in the car)

I tell him then if he doesn't have  a tarp to let me know now so I can go buy one because I am sitting in the grass with my kid.

My boyfriend then tells him to get a tarp out of the garage.

He again says he doesn't have one.

Then his mom says honey just go get one.

He still says he doesn't have one.

So then I say what about a thick blanket?

He still denies it.

So I get my keys and low and behold he appears with  a think painters blanket. All folded up and hands it to me pretty angrily and guess what falls out of it. A clear thumb tack... Identical to the one that was in the babies bed.

I just can't wait for this to be over now. I am so tired, sore, and over dealing with my bf and his parents I just want to go back home.

So we start driving to the fireworks. And right before we get to the school the bf and his dad turn into a church parking lot.  Where they get yelled at for parking because it is for Church people only. They ignore the man trying to direct the traffic and park. I ask why are we parked here and the boyfriend tells me there is not parking at the school. I ask how could he know that we didn't even go to the school. Then his dad tells me all of the fields are closed and you can't see the fireworks from there. Which is opposite of the website.

So I get out and see a path that connects the church to the school. So I say oh we can just walk up that. They tell me it doesn't connect to the church it just looks like it does. So I go to investigate. I see that you have to walk for about 25 feet on a side road to get to the path that goes to the school.

So I go back to get my son and He is in his stroller and the boyfriend has laid down the blanket in some random desert. and tells me "Leave the baby in his stroller he cant sit on this blanket."

I freak out. Asking why he layed it down there. God knows what animals are in this area. He tells me that I am putting my sons life in danger by walking on that road for 25 feet and I cannot take him over to the school.

I make him get up. The blanket is covered in burs and I take my son and the stroller and head in the direction of the path. He follows me and his dad tries to intervene. "Lets just all sit in the car." I keep going. His mom follows me and the boyfriend does too I walk up to the school. There is lots of parking available in the parking lot. I get to the field and pick out the burs and watch the fireworks with my kid.

I HATE BEING MANIPULATED!

Parenting Tip Number B49395544

We have to use letters now because there are no more numbers. My hair is now a choking hazard that is going to kill my son while he is asleep if he sleeps by me. Even though I always wear my hair up. Somehow it is going to get in his throat.

My son sleeps in his bed except for when he nurses. And in the am when I want one more hour of sleep but I Sleep at the foot off the bed and him in the middle. My BF doesn't beleive me though because he wakes up sometimes when I'm nursing him so he thinks hes always in the bed. Even if he did. I have never heard of a baby choking on hair.

crawfish

We recently went to the Chinese market and bought fish. My boyfriend thought it would be fun to buy some crawfish too so he bought 4. While making dinner dinner forgot about them. They somehow survived the night (well three did). He decided to put them in a bowl of water and give them meat. Three days go by. I change the water and so on. I finally get fed up and tell him to throw them out. I first have to explain why its a bad idea to flush three crawfish down the toilette. He finally throws them away but leaves the bowl and the counter alone and tells me. " the counter is off limits until you bleach it." what??? Its his stupid fish. I tell him to do it. He ignores me.... Twice. So I don't have bleach so I use ammonia and then soapy water then hot water.  Which is not good enough. So I set a package of bread on the counter which triggers attacks from him about how gross I am. How could I put bread on there (in the package) . So after this the counter is off limits for 2 days before I get bleach.

Baby has a cough.

My son has a cough. It started mild and is getting a little worse. I figured its from allergies since his eyes also water and he sneezes. It also could be from his grandma who also has a cough.

Guess where my boyfriend decided he has gotten it from. First reason is I don't dust enough. The second reason is I nurse the baby laying down.

Again. My fault.

What are you talking about?

We recently went to visit my boyfriends parents. I felt bad that we pushed it because his mother did not seem to feel well. Well at the end of the night when we are driving home he proceeds to tell me that I did not let his parents hold the baby enough... His mother is still recovering from rotator cuff surgery. She took a three hour nap and was so sick from her meds and cried out in pain when she tried to get out of bed. His dad held the baby a lot but my boyfriend was not in the room when that happened he was playing on the computer.  How much more should I have let them hold him??? This started a cascade of how much I suck again. Concluding with the fact that when I make him dinner EVERY EFING NIGHT I don't close the silverware drawer. Needless to say I was livid. I got us all ready to go, even getting his clothes ready. I packed all of the the babies stuff. Changed every diaper, changed every outfit, held him when he cried. He didn't do anything.

The night before out of desperation I asked him if he could help me clean the house up. He had taken a half day at work. He took all the dirty dishes and piled them in a pile. Too bad at the top of the pile he put a whole pan of oil from when I fried some meat earlier and it soaked all of the dishes in oil. Making me having to do the dishes a million times harder, He then went to bed and left me to do everything again.

I slept on the couch. How can he always find ways that I suck after I work so hard to do everything for him????