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DH and my mom didn't get along well (although she was quite controlling and wanting to run our lives after we got married, and I do understand where he was coming from). Eleven years ago we moved 300 miles away. Now I see my mom and other relatives only very occasionally. Luckily she can come see us once in a while. I have to beg DH to go there, and my vision is so bad I can't drive it myself.
I haven't been "home" in 2-1/2 years this time. And yeah, I regret it.
I miss my mom, my family and my friends. But DH is never gonna change, and I have 3 kids, and I'm stuck. :( |