So I spent the weekend in Sarasota Florida to meet my boyfriends family since I am currently (14 weeks and 5days) pregnant. His side of the family doesn't know. Which he was supposed to tell them this weekend. We got there Friday night around 9:30. I was exhausted because I usually go to be at 8, but I had to stay up because they didn't have a place for my boyfriend and I to sleep. So I fell asleep on the couch around 11, and heard his grandmother saying how I'm too young to be falling asleep and what's wrong with me. (She's a very stern and rude woman). The next morning, as soon as I woke up she asked me to help out and fold blankets that we all used. Which I'm completely fine with. As I was folding them she gave me a talk on how we all had to do our part and how I don't get a free pass. Which I didn't understand, but I told her I completely get it, I don't mind helping. After that we had breakfast and she sent my boyfriend and his dad out to do yard work. After I had gotten dressed she asked me to carry this huge trash bag out to the back yard. I didn't object because my boyfriend had still yet to tell her I was pregnant and I didn't feel it was my place to say anything. I ended up getting fat comments from her, saying I should help more outside in the heat. The whole day was a mess. I put myself in so many situations that could endanger my baby and he still didn't tell her. Anyway we went to his aunts house and took his grandmothers car, her dog had pooped all over my white shirt, and she told me that was the least of my worries. We got to his aunts house and I ended up babysitting the grandmother while they went out to dinner, she still doesn't know at this point, and doesn't even try to recall my name. When they got back I had a little mental breakdown in the bathroom and she again made comments. At this point I have barely eaten, barely slept. I'm exhausted so I start to fall asleep on the couch while they are figuring out sleeping arrangements and I hear her making comments about me sleeping again saying I need to get over. This whole trip he hasn't defended me or mentioned that we have a little boy on the way. I tried to talk o him that night and he just told me to get thicker skin and that's how his family is. The next morning we were headed back home and after 3 hours of the road trip we stopped to use the bathroom and I saw a huge pool of blood that could probably fill up a thick pad, so I showed him And I was completely freaking out, he told me he'd tell his parents why I was so upset (he didnt) so when we got back on the road his family stopped for sight seeing, while I'm sitting in the hot car crying because I don't know what's going on. I just see them out there touring this stupid cemetery and it hits me how little we really mean to him, if he's out there sight seeing this haunted town. It took another 3 hours to get home and I told him to just drop me off at the hospital so my mom could meet me there, and when we got there he tried to come in with me with his sister and I kinda just snapped at him and told him to just take his sister home. We ended up being okay, I just had to get some medications and a shot. But he wasn't there for me, the whole weekend. So I dumped him this morning and he is apologizing and claiming he is there for me. I just don't know what to do, am I wrong for not feeling like a priority? What if it had been bad and my son died or something had been really wrong with me. It's just so stressful feeling like this. Am I wrong?