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SarahEmm
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Hi guys,
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I posted this in the depression forum, I'm unaware if this fits in here or not however I am on antidepressants and have been for over a year now due to my overwhelming feelings.
I've been in a relationship with my partner for over 2 years now and I would say on the whole even though we've had a few blips and I've had personal things to deal with we were pretty solid, at least I thought so.
We're from two different cultures however that never really affected us during the time of us being together, apart from me feeling threatened and undermined infront of other women from his culture.
Sadly, his mum passed away recently and it was completely out the blue. She was back in his home country while he was living here in the UK and hadn't seen her for years. It was a friend of his that phoned me and told me the night they phoned out however asked me not to say anything as he wanted to come round and tell him face to face himself.
The next morning, a squad of around 10 of his friends came into our tiny cramped flat to break the news. Obviously, he was devastated and shocked. I was trying to be there for him as much as I could but it was really hard with all his friends there and people just kept coming and coming into the flat. It became quite overwhelming for me personally as there was all these men in our house that I hardly knew, speaking another language and of course during lockdown I just didn't feel comfortable with it. The flat belongs to him, but I furnished the place and we lived there together with our little kitten (who was also traumatised by the amount of people coming and going.)
As part of the culture and as the only woman in the house, I was expected to make loads of food, endless cups of tea and just when you thought you could sit down - more people just kept coming. His friends kept coming up to me saying 'oh we need another dish' or 'we're running out of glasses'. It was just too much! I know it seems to minor but for me personally at some points I got so anxious and wound up I couldn't catch a breath. I wasn't eating myself, my back was aching from being on my feet from around 9am and they didn't leave until around 2am the next morning. And this was just one of the days! When I thought this was over, they come strolling in the next morning at the same time (the ones that never stayed over) and this went on for around 4-5 days.
Like I said, I know it sounds minor, but as much as I have always respected his culture and friends and family, I just felt really singled out. And I know it's not about me, my partner has just lost his mum - I totally get that, however I wanted to be there for him and I wanted him to... need me? I don't know. Pathetic maybe. It was only a few weeks ago I lost my mum's mum and it was awful as we were so close to her, she just dropped of a heart attack, however all I wanted to do was be with my partner who I knew was there for me - not half of the town.
Despite me making loads of food and slaving away in the kitchen for days, women from the community and part of his culture started coming in with dishes and home made bread and whatever and it just made me feel really... self conscious and worthless. As the only one who drives and has a car, they kept asking me to go pick up more of this 'home made' bread from a house on the other side of town. At this point I just cracked... I said I can't take this anymore, this is just too overwhelming and I don't even know who I am anymore, I wasn't even being introduced to all these strangers coming into my house. One of his friends told me that a stranger said 'have you seen his white girlfriend?' I just broke down after hearing this. I was really angry and felt betrayed. I was doing my best trying to obide by their customs and trying my best to make all the food they would expect on an occasion like this but I felt like a piece of dirt.
I since then have had to move back to my mums and things are just so tense and difficult at home with my mum saying 'I told you so' or 'you need to get yourself sorted' and I just can't pick myself up. I'm hardly eating and having a drink to calm my nerves every evening. I've only heard from my partner once since I left over a week ago... he hasn't called, texted and I just... I just don't know. I tried to speak to him about the situation and how I felt before I left but he wasn't having any of it. I guess he's got his own sh*t to deal with now.
But what do I do now? I feel so worthless...
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I posted this in the depression forum, I'm unaware if this fits in here or not however I am on antidepressants and have been for over a year now due to my overwhelming feelings.
I've been in a relationship with my partner for over 2 years now and I would say on the whole even though we've had a few blips and I've had personal things to deal with we were pretty solid, at least I thought so.
We're from two different cultures however that never really affected us during the time of us being together, apart from me feeling threatened and undermined infront of other women from his culture.
Sadly, his mum passed away recently and it was completely out the blue. She was back in his home country while he was living here in the UK and hadn't seen her for years. It was a friend of his that phoned me and told me the night they phoned out however asked me not to say anything as he wanted to come round and tell him face to face himself.
The next morning, a squad of around 10 of his friends came into our tiny cramped flat to break the news. Obviously, he was devastated and shocked. I was trying to be there for him as much as I could but it was really hard with all his friends there and people just kept coming and coming into the flat. It became quite overwhelming for me personally as there was all these men in our house that I hardly knew, speaking another language and of course during lockdown I just didn't feel comfortable with it. The flat belongs to him, but I furnished the place and we lived there together with our little kitten (who was also traumatised by the amount of people coming and going.)
As part of the culture and as the only woman in the house, I was expected to make loads of food, endless cups of tea and just when you thought you could sit down - more people just kept coming. His friends kept coming up to me saying 'oh we need another dish' or 'we're running out of glasses'. It was just too much! I know it seems to minor but for me personally at some points I got so anxious and wound up I couldn't catch a breath. I wasn't eating myself, my back was aching from being on my feet from around 9am and they didn't leave until around 2am the next morning. And this was just one of the days! When I thought this was over, they come strolling in the next morning at the same time (the ones that never stayed over) and this went on for around 4-5 days.
Like I said, I know it sounds minor, but as much as I have always respected his culture and friends and family, I just felt really singled out. And I know it's not about me, my partner has just lost his mum - I totally get that, however I wanted to be there for him and I wanted him to... need me? I don't know. Pathetic maybe. It was only a few weeks ago I lost my mum's mum and it was awful as we were so close to her, she just dropped of a heart attack, however all I wanted to do was be with my partner who I knew was there for me - not half of the town.
Despite me making loads of food and slaving away in the kitchen for days, women from the community and part of his culture started coming in with dishes and home made bread and whatever and it just made me feel really... self conscious and worthless. As the only one who drives and has a car, they kept asking me to go pick up more of this 'home made' bread from a house on the other side of town. At this point I just cracked... I said I can't take this anymore, this is just too overwhelming and I don't even know who I am anymore, I wasn't even being introduced to all these strangers coming into my house. One of his friends told me that a stranger said 'have you seen his white girlfriend?' I just broke down after hearing this. I was really angry and felt betrayed. I was doing my best trying to obide by their customs and trying my best to make all the food they would expect on an occasion like this but I felt like a piece of dirt.
I since then have had to move back to my mums and things are just so tense and difficult at home with my mum saying 'I told you so' or 'you need to get yourself sorted' and I just can't pick myself up. I'm hardly eating and having a drink to calm my nerves every evening. I've only heard from my partner once since I left over a week ago... he hasn't called, texted and I just... I just don't know. I tried to speak to him about the situation and how I felt before I left but he wasn't having any of it. I guess he's got his own sh*t to deal with now.
But what do I do now? I feel so worthless...