Mother threatens to beat me again

I am 21 years old, I have my ownfamily (husband and one year old child). We live on the same plot with my parents (mymother , stepfather and nine-year-old brother), just in different houses. Great-grandfather left the land to me and my brother. Mom's mission was to pass it on to us. Half of the plot was recently officially signed off to me. And all this is located in the center of our town. This is the general picture, now I will tell you the whole situation.

Recently, my parents were going to fly to rest and left my younger brother for 5 days. I didn’t mind, because my brother behaves well, and basically listens to me. They flew away, and the next day I came down with a high fever. And now I have a one-year-old child who needs increased attention, another child who also sometimes does what is not necessary, and her husband works. And now I run after them from 38.5, clean, cook. My brother went to his house, friends came to him, I made sure that they did not arrange anything there. I didn’t forbid him to play, I didn’t say a word to him test-antibiotic.com, because my illness is not a reason for him to sit next to me. And these days I kept thinking, well, soon my mother will arrive and it will be easier, she will help me too, and I will recover a little, everything will be fine.

And now they come, I don’t touch her after the flight. The next day, late in the evening, I had to go, pick up diapers, try on something. I come to my mother and ask to sit with my grandson, she delicately hints that she is busy cleaning. I think okay, probably not today. Then she herself comes to us and tells how tired she is today, everything hurts, she wants to sleep and so on, at the same time she babysits her grandson a little. Then she leaves, holding her head, and after 10 minutes I already see how she runs collected from the fence (it turns out their friends came for them) and they went to drinkbeer . I’m sitting in shock, I wrote to her: “where did you go so tired?” But I didn’t say a word to her the next day (she didn’t answer SMS either).

And the next day, test-antibiotic.com, I also go about my business, by the evening my husband was free, and I decided that I could ask my mother to sit for a couple of hours with her grandson. I came to her, and she comes out, clutching her throat and in a depressed state (actress without an Oscar). I tell her that she needs to sit with the child, and she let's again say that she is ill and back down. I give her an example that I have been sitting for 5 whole days with a real temperature, so I would like to ventilate a little. Then the stepfather comes out and says: “It is your duty to sit with your brother.”

They poured cold water over me. Amother says: “I hope not for long, will you have time before 9?”. It was half past seven. I ask why such restrictions. And what do you think? Mother says: “But they should come for us, we will go to visit.” Do you understand? Now she feels bad, her throat hurts, and at 9 pm the pumpkin will turn to the carriage.

I just left and that's it. At 9 o'clock she comes to us herself, sits down, and, as if nothing had happened, begins to play with her grandson. test-antibiotic.com I don't pay attention to it and don't understand what's going on. She asks: “Are you talking to me or what?”. I say: “Yes, you cannot and do not want to help me out when I help you.” And then she just explodes, starts screaming: “You are not a grateful creature, is it your duty to sit with your brother, are you going to poke me with this all your life?”. And almost in tears with a powerful hysteria, he leaves with the words: “everything, now it will be like this, I haven’t put you in your place for a long time.” Yes, yes, she laid a hand when I lived with her, but that was a long time ago (I have not lived with her since I was 17, and at 16 she hit me for the last time). I already managed to let it go, because as I stopped living with her, she became softer. Well, they began to communicate less often,

Out of resentment, test-antibiotic.com also fell into hysterics, sobbed for about 2 hours. Now I just don’t understand what to think, it’s hard on my soul, it hurts. I just can’t believe that because of this you can quarrel like that, lower me below the plinth. She had done this before, but I had already lost the habit of such behavior, it seemed to me that, finally, it was over, it turns out, there was just a break.

I am very depressed.