Being comfortable in my own house

Jessica

When I was about 6 months pregnant my boyfriend let his son move in with us. No reason other than the son just didn’t want to go to his moms. My boyfriend took the spare room he had decorated for the girls, 4 girls and 1 boy so they got the extra room and completely turned into a boys room for the son. The oldest 2 girls stop coming over since they had no where to go once over. My boyfriend works 6 days a week and long hours so i was the one home all the time. And I told him it was stressful with being pregnant and the extra mess and the extra noise. And my boyfriend didn’t care. I had the baby and told my boyfriend I was stressed out, that his son didn’t clean or help around the house, all he did was sit in his room and yell at his games all day, which is stressful when your trying to get a newborn to sleep. His son was constantly coming in my room to borrow my phone or ask me to cook when I’m sitting there trying to breastfeed. Again my boyfriend didn’t care. Made the girls go with their mom. Wouldn’t let the 9 year old who would actually pick up after self, who would watch the baby while I took a shower stay but the boy could stay. Baby got older and the started to move around more and I was the one stuck cleaning the whole house cuz god forbid I asked the boy for help. He would throw a fit and my boyfriend would y’all at me for escalating things. My baby is 14 months now and finally over a year of fighting my boyfriend finally saw my side of it and after school when the mom came to pick up her kids she took all of them. I was able to make the baby spaghetti something that usually get put aside for tomorrow.....tomorrow..... tomorrow cuz it’s just to stressful. I was able to take off my clothes in the kitchen and carry my 14 month old through the house to the bath in my underwear something I haven’t been able to do before. None of my clothes got ruined. Which never happens. I didn’t have to drop the baby in the bath and run to my room to find the first thing to throw on, so I got to sit there with my son and not think about the door opening. I didn’t have to listen to any yelling or video games on top volume. The house was quite for once. When I took my son out my clothes didn’t have get soaking wet, because I didn’t have to put any on. I was able to take my son to the living room. The warmest room in the house and get him dressed with out rushing, was able to actually sit down for a minute and play with my son before getting up to find clothes. When I went in the room to get dressed I actually had time to look for an outfit. I didn’t have to throw on the first thing I saw cuz the door was able to stay open therefor the baby wasn’t freaking out. For the first time in over a year I was actually comfortable in my own house and it feels so good.