AlohaDreaming
Bronze Member
I have a hard time with people coming to my house. I don't often invite them over, because I like having my safe place where I can go, shut the door and not worry about people. Lately my bf's parents has become very pushy about wanting to invite themselves over to our house with no warning. No, 'You busy?' And when we say no, it's like we have said nothing. Today, I had enough. When this was done two weeks ago, I had a freak out for two days, and stayed up all night cleaning my house so that it looked nice. The next day, we get a call that they aren't coming, because they've opted to do something else. It's that type of crap that makes me frustrated and I didn't need to be totally worked up by someone inviting themselves over to my house, without really asking if it were okay. It was just 'Hey we're stopping by.' No wait for a comment or a confirmation, and then just walked out without an answer.
My PTSD has been aggressive this week. The holidays always make it this way, and I asked him to just say to them 'Just not today.' When he said it, they became more aggressive about it, and pushed. When we again told them no, they showed up anyhow.
At this point, I've locked myself in the bathroom, shoved a towel under the door, turned the fan off to block out the sound of my bf on the phone having this disagreement with them that has now gotten heated. The panic hits me like a wave, and I'm freaking out.
When all was said and done it got ugly between them, and it was thrown out 'Oh, I see how it is, we're not welcome in your house, so you've made your choice I see.'
A typical toxic answer, when someone doesn't get their way. If someone says 'No, not today, we're busy doing a few things, let's try a day that's better for us.' The other person should say 'Okay, no problem! We'll do this another day.'
Instead, it became a mess. I got blamed for asking him not to tell them to come over. For hurting his parents. I spoke up for myself and told him that I need to have a say in my life, and who is part of it. That I can't be blamed because someone crossed the boundaries of what is polite. If someone say 'We're busy, can we do it another day.' Or etc, we shouldn't be bullied into it.
This has put a stress on my relationship now, and they've been doing this since I moved up here. This is the same parents that treated me like shit the first time they met me. I sat in silence the whole meal, because it was made very clear, that they weren't interested in involving me at all.
I'm devastated at this point....I tried to make this work, and tried to make this transition smooth, but I have a feeling my boyfriend is having second thoughts about staying with me. He stares at me in a way that is almost searching my face for some answer that I don't have. That he's looking for someone I'm not. It hurts, and I'm ready to just admit defeat and call a close friend and leave.
I can't sleep, and I don't feel like going in and sleeping in our bed. I just want to cry right now, but I know he'll hear me. I feel defeated right now, like this is just an impossible thing. He told me tonight that he may not like them that much, but he doesn't want to hurt them. It needs to be asked, what about my hurt? How this impacts me? I'm not being selfish, it's important to want good things for us, and want to be able to be healthy. I'm working on healthy. I just don't do well with people who push me too hard, and make me feel like my home isn't safe and that it's the only place I can be where no one will bother me.
I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should have just gone to the hospital last year, and stayed for a while....
My PTSD has been aggressive this week. The holidays always make it this way, and I asked him to just say to them 'Just not today.' When he said it, they became more aggressive about it, and pushed. When we again told them no, they showed up anyhow.
At this point, I've locked myself in the bathroom, shoved a towel under the door, turned the fan off to block out the sound of my bf on the phone having this disagreement with them that has now gotten heated. The panic hits me like a wave, and I'm freaking out.
When all was said and done it got ugly between them, and it was thrown out 'Oh, I see how it is, we're not welcome in your house, so you've made your choice I see.'
A typical toxic answer, when someone doesn't get their way. If someone says 'No, not today, we're busy doing a few things, let's try a day that's better for us.' The other person should say 'Okay, no problem! We'll do this another day.'
Instead, it became a mess. I got blamed for asking him not to tell them to come over. For hurting his parents. I spoke up for myself and told him that I need to have a say in my life, and who is part of it. That I can't be blamed because someone crossed the boundaries of what is polite. If someone say 'We're busy, can we do it another day.' Or etc, we shouldn't be bullied into it.
This has put a stress on my relationship now, and they've been doing this since I moved up here. This is the same parents that treated me like shit the first time they met me. I sat in silence the whole meal, because it was made very clear, that they weren't interested in involving me at all.
I'm devastated at this point....I tried to make this work, and tried to make this transition smooth, but I have a feeling my boyfriend is having second thoughts about staying with me. He stares at me in a way that is almost searching my face for some answer that I don't have. That he's looking for someone I'm not. It hurts, and I'm ready to just admit defeat and call a close friend and leave.
I can't sleep, and I don't feel like going in and sleeping in our bed. I just want to cry right now, but I know he'll hear me. I feel defeated right now, like this is just an impossible thing. He told me tonight that he may not like them that much, but he doesn't want to hurt them. It needs to be asked, what about my hurt? How this impacts me? I'm not being selfish, it's important to want good things for us, and want to be able to be healthy. I'm working on healthy. I just don't do well with people who push me too hard, and make me feel like my home isn't safe and that it's the only place I can be where no one will bother me.
I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should have just gone to the hospital last year, and stayed for a while....