This morning I woke up and I was in a good mood. I ate a healthy meal and I meditated. My husband called to check on us... he was talking to the baby and my dad comes in the room. He started yelling at my husband... on how he is a bum and don't have shit. And he feels sorry for the kids and how they will be raised. My dad started cussing around my daughter. I'm also pregnant and my dad started yelling at me. "Oh he has you...". Your sister didn't make the same mistake twice"
We decided we wanted to get out of New York and come down south. Be in a much safer environment. In New York husband had a three bed room apartment and he worked.. but the rent was high. My sister offered us a room in her house down south. So we pack up and left. When we got down here things turned ugly. My sister changed her mind so we ended up living in hotels. Money ran out and he didn't want me and the baby living on the street. So I'm staying with my dad. My dad thinks he not working but that's not true. He lives in his car right now. And it's hard for the both of us. I have two kids with him... am I suppose to ignore him. So he's not welcome at my dads house anymore. It's like everybody in my family been attacking me left and right... and it's a lot of pressure even being pregnant. I just broke down and cried. It's depressing.
When I was in New York my Dad or Mom never called and checked on me or there grandchild. I always called them. So why concerned now? NoOne offered to help while we was homeless. I feel very suicidal at times because I feel like a disappointment to my parents. I tried to talk to my sister about it but she said that he's not mad at you he's mad at my husband.
