I’ve been married for 3 years. I chose to marry my bf at 18. We are eachothers best friends, we dont even think of ourselves as a married couple. We have a son whose a year and a half and are expecting our daughter on Monday. We live simply and are content. So basically when i got married, i came back to the U.S and applied for my husbands visa. I came back 2 months pregnant. My family was not happy. I had absolutely no support from anyone. My own mother lived in her own world, my sisters, brothers it was just a really selfish time you know. I ended up having a miscarriage and went into severe depression for about 3 months. I stopped bathing, i stopped eating I lived on my bed. Yet, i still had no mother no sister, absolutely no one. I left school, my senior year and hubby booked a seat back home. I stayed there for about 6 months, happy as ever. My mom and sisters would not leave me alone. They would gossip, spread lies and try to convince me that my husband was cheating on me. They would talk smack about my in laws, just petty drama all the time. When i was in America living with them, they didnt give a shit. When i moved back home, they pretended they cared. Saying things like, “do you need money, do you need this, that?”;being all fake and buddy buddy. Fastvforward November 2016 my husband got his visa. We arrived to hell, lol. We lived in my moms house. They treated us like shit. Making my husband clean and do dirty housework. Never helped us settle in. I was only 18 at the time. didnt know shit. They never helped us find a job, never gave us car rides, nothing. Luckily, my husband is really independent. Like he knows what he needs and doesn’t let anything get in his way. He spent his entire savings on a used car. Everyone had a problem. He then found a job. At the same time, my childish brothers stopped paying rent, my dad ran away to his mistress. And my mom was crying and depressed. My sister was the only one paying rent/bills. So then they started taking rent from us. how much, way too much. They knew exactly how much my husband made yet still did drama and made us pay for 1 bedroom and 1 bathroom. When i told my friend about just a piece of my life story she would question whether i was adopted or not lol. anyways, i was also like 5 months pregnant. In March, my husband was at work. !y sister and mom call me to a room and sit me down. They told me that they had ‘gifted’ us an apartment, already payed first months rent and everything. I was speechless. I honestly think this is all my fault. Every single thing thats happeend since we set foot in America, its all been my fault. Ive never spoken up to anyone, any wrong thing, anything ive always let it slide. That apartment they ‘gifted’ us was way over and beyond my husbands salary. He was the breadwinner, he didnt even make half of what the rent was. My husband was pissed when i told him. We moved in, he worked about 60 hours. I only got to see him for bed. My mom never came, my sisters never came. No one. We lived in the same exact neighborhood. From then on, i stopped thinknig i had a family. I was alone. Didnt even have my bff with me. We changed, everything changed. He fell ill. Got severely ill. Was put on strict bedrest. i was due with our son, anytime. Everything just collapsed. He was so sick that when i delivered, the nurses told him he shouldnt hold our baby. Our baby. We couldnt afford health care, so we decided it woyld be best if he got treatment back home. i was 1 month pp, i fought to go with him. I reminded him that i had no one, i needed to go with him. My mom did drama, got her way. So there i was, back at square one. She never held my son, never even looked at him. my fam didnt give a shit because, well apparenty people who work dont have a min to sit down. 🤔 Anyways, my mom wouldnt even cook for me. Id always make my own meals, with my son in one hand. Shed tell people my husband ran away, hes cheating on me, I need to get a job, i need to go to school. Every little thing just built up you know. I remember i was out of my sons diapers. My mom goes, “wheres your debit card?” and another time, i wanted rice all my things were packed in storage. She goes, “wheres your bag of rice?” 🤷‍♀️ it was such a tough time, but thank god its now past us. Another thing, my sisters son always came over. His grandma absolutely adorded him. She purposely irrate us, buy him things, pick him up he was (60+pounds) since the day my son was born shed tell us that her arm would ‘hurt’ so she coyldnt hold him. to this day, she carries him around🙄 Anyway, my husband and I finally saved up and rented a basement apartment. It was heaven. I was glad, no one gave a shit about us. We were in our own world. My son was almost a year old, we played, went out, had fun. Just livin the life. The landlord had to leave out of country so it was time for us to move. We found this basement apartment where we live at the moment. Its bigger, better and the landlord/family are from the same country. They are literally family, the family i never had. The landord, his wife, wifes mom daughter they are our family. My mom comes once in a blue moon and when she does, she talks shit. hey whats new? like, dont talk to strangers, dont leave your som with them. God knows who they are. lol, crazy stuff. She always sends expired, old, bad food to our house. Then calls us to let us know she made fresh food for my other siblings. I know its dumb like why do i even care but i really dont get the point the things she does. what does she get? Im getting induced on Monday. My mom n sister told us they woyld watch my son. HELL NO. like do i kniw you. Did i ever once leave him with you, what made them think i would lol. Im not even telling them shit until i deliver. The ladlords wife n her mom ised to ask if i had a mom or relatives nearby. my husband woyld laugh so hard like, hed b like tell them no. cuz they live with us, they see who comes who goes, how we r struggling, everything. I just come up with excuses. My mom lives with her kids. all of them are grown ass adults. She loves them, they love her. great. Yet every single time she needs to go shopping or to the doctors she calls us. Thats the only reasoncshe calls. seriously. They have cars, they have liscenss, yet she prefers us. So we take her everywhere, even when we dont need anything from the grocery or store she goes to. finally, i said something. i spoke up. the end. its been a month, she hasnt said a word. My husband is sick again. he sees the doc every week. hes only 25 yet has so many illnesses. My mom called n was like peopke are talking about him, So what everyones sick. look at me. I was like your 60. she just hung up. she needs a screw in her wall, she calls my hisband. My sister needs a tv onhp her wall, her car fxied for free, her sink, her groceries carried to the door, they call my husband. the other day my husband said what was in his chest. He yelled that they dont respect me cuz i dont do shit or say shit. He said enough was enough. I just wanna move far away. Im gonna save up and just leave. This is never ending.

p.s we would go see family all the time, we wouldnt disrespect them in any way. Its funny how they used us and still do.

p.p.s any advice woyld be greatly appreciated