I have made one post before. I read everyone's stories and I feel so badly about the things you all experience not realizing I am also experiencing bs. Have you ever looked at your partner and realized you never should have gotten married? That's what happened to me. In my previous relationships I've been mentally and physically abused so I knew how to recognize the signs, but mental and financial abuse was a new experience. For ex...he always kept the bank account in the negative felt because he made more money his needs were more important...This may be long so please bear with me.

My relationship with my mil is love hate at best. When I started dating my stbx she called me the wrong name constantly...Lindsey...not even close except there is an l, I, s, and e in my name. Never once visited a state we lived in and hid behind religion to justify her behavior towards me mil... is pushy, condescending, and accusatory. The incident that led me to post happened in December. I was very weak I couldn't make it from the bathroom to my bedroom. I was on the bathroom floor for probably 2 hours I had passed out. I forced myself to get up and started yelling for my work roommate. She called 911. What I thought was the flu turned into a tumor in my stomach. I couldn't focus on my care bcuz stbx needs to be in a nursing home.... guess who has to fill out paperwork? Yep me, while in the hospital trying to comprehend I don't just have the flu they found a tumor and I was in a state I didn't live in. I was discharged without a concrete plan. While I am on the phone trying to make an appointment with a surgical oncologist at home MIL texts me "I talk to nurse for son he will need a thousand dollars a month to stay there they need to know about his insurance please see if they can pay because if they don't he will have to leave. What about the place where he was before" I said I gave them his insurance info. "They need to talk to you if not paid he'll have to leave" I replied "Look I'm trying to get an approval for a specialist. What's going to happen if I die? You don't think about that. I will call them. Then don't contact me again". I hung up and called the facility. They confirmed they received the paperwork... y'all let the gaslighting begin. "I am sorry if I upset you forgive me" For 20 years I put up with the abuse because I felt/feel unlovable, that maybe I deserved it for some reason. That text made my blood boil. I'm in a bed not mine, out of state alone trying to get my brain to understand I have a tumor and all of the emotions that come with it. I replied " You do this a lot. You get pushy and act as if what you need is more important than what anyone else does then give a fake lame apology which you only do because you need something. I get He is your child so you can take over since you know everything. you haven't have taken into consideration what my daughter is going through what I am going through. Please respect my request. I will continue to communicate via your brother but I don't want to hear from you. Please don't make me block you"

I feel like a horrible person

Edit: I forgot..I'm 53 f, and my daughter is 31. I'm sorry if I was rambling. This was the first time in my life I stood up for myself