desertgirl
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I have gotten help here before so I thought I would try again. Ever since my surgery I have been so emotional. Now (4 months out) I am angry all of the time. Every little thing makes me angry. Now some things should make me angry but not to the extreme I am feeling it. Is this all just part of the process and too will pass? Let me give you some background at what is getting me so angry. I remarried in 2009 and moved up here to the High Desert of California. I left my job and my friends in Utah. My husband has 2 boys who still live with us. The oldest is 41 and has the mentality of a 12 year old. He is capable of doing much: drives, can work construction, auto mechanics and such. In my opinion he thinks this house is his and I am an intruder. He locks his bedroom door whenever he leaves the house. He has outside cameras so he can see what is going on outside the house and makes snide comments about what I do outside. He is very dirty even though he showers every day. He doesn't change his dirty clothes so he smells. Now we have addressed the stinkyness of it all. He refuses for me to fix up the bathroom which is in the main part of the house and is the one guest would use. He claims it is his bathroom and don't touch it. Instead of curtains on the window he put strips of blue tape on it so the sun won't bother him. He never cleans his bathroom. He eats and leaves the leftovers on the table or counter so he can have it the next day. I can continue but I won't.
The next son is 30 years old and stays in his room. He does not socialize. He is mentally and emotionally handicapped. He uses the bathroom which is upstairs and never cleans it. There is a hamper but he would rather throw the clothes on the floor. I once cleaned this bathroom and it took me over 3 hours. The bath mat was stuck to the floor and I had to peel it up. It took 3 floor washings with bleach to clean the floor. He was very upset with me that I cleaned it.
Now almost 3 years later the bathroom is still a disaster. The tub is black along with the sink. I was so sick when I peeked. I told the dad, my husband and and well .... Nothing ever gets better. I can't stand the stink.
In the past I was able to handle things like this but not anymore. I know you are thinking what does this have to do with bariatric surgery but it is only recently that I have no tolerance for this type of stuff.
Is it me, the results of surgery, or just life?
Please help.
I would need a book to describe all the **** that goes on here.
The next son is 30 years old and stays in his room. He does not socialize. He is mentally and emotionally handicapped. He uses the bathroom which is upstairs and never cleans it. There is a hamper but he would rather throw the clothes on the floor. I once cleaned this bathroom and it took me over 3 hours. The bath mat was stuck to the floor and I had to peel it up. It took 3 floor washings with bleach to clean the floor. He was very upset with me that I cleaned it.
Now almost 3 years later the bathroom is still a disaster. The tub is black along with the sink. I was so sick when I peeked. I told the dad, my husband and and well .... Nothing ever gets better. I can't stand the stink.
In the past I was able to handle things like this but not anymore. I know you are thinking what does this have to do with bariatric surgery but it is only recently that I have no tolerance for this type of stuff.
Is it me, the results of surgery, or just life?
Please help.
I would need a book to describe all the **** that goes on here.
Tom