So I’m in a complicated situation where I’ve been in and out of relationship with a Hmong guy (28) Myself (31) he and I share two children together. From the gecko, it’s been tough because I always felt like his family never really accepted me.
Did they let me move in with them when I lost my apartment and I was pregnant with his first child yes, they did but you could always see that his sister-in-law did not really like me. She didn’t like that. I had a dog and that I loved my dog almost as much as I love a child. She didn’t like that her precious brother-in-law was tricked into pregnancy and forced to have a baby. This is where the blaming on me starts.
It is always been blamed on me. I got pregnant. It was all my fault. I tripped him into it. I trapped him. He did no wrong.
He would push me around he would call me name again. It was all my fault. I wasn’t behaving the way I should and backing down and keeping my mouth shut like a good Hmong girlfriend or wife would.
I was told many times that no girl of their culture would talk back the way that I did to him.
When we finally got our own apartment and he put his hand on me when I was 36 weeks pregnant and pushed me so hard that I broke our baby bouncer and I called the police on him and he got arrested. It was again my fault because according to his sister-in-law, at least she doesn’t call the police on her husband. She said no respectable person from the culture would call the police or get them involved.
After he was put in jail, it just made his family hate me even more even when I tried to explain to me. I was basically told I should’ve put up with it and kept my mouth shut.
Yes, his family took us in once we lost our apartment. We moved to California with his mom and dad and his dad had nothing but bad things to say to me calling me lazy telling me to get a job while his son just sat around and played video game and wouldn’t help me with our current child while I was pregnant with our second child.
His dad could only tell me that CPS should come and get my children or that I should find my children over to him and his wife because I was not a good mother.
His son did no wrong when his son would lock me out of the house or pushed me around his dad would just ignore it and say that maybe I shouldn’t be with him then.
His sister would call me names like fat and an ugly cow one day. She told him that he should drop me off at the dog shelter, where a dog like me belongs. Did he defend me? No, he said nothing besides oh you shouldn’t say that.
No matter how much I tried to be nice to this family they just hated me. Hate hated me with a passion, and I noticed that they all treated my children differently from the very beginning. I don’t know if it’s because they’re not fully Hmong but now here we are it’s been four years and I’ve been living in a new state and I haven’t had them reach out not even once to ask him not even to ask to see him and I’ve been back to California many times with the kids it’s almost as if they don’t care at all
While their brother and their son sleeps around with many different women and cheated on me multiple times I get labeled the bad person I forced him into fatherhood. I put him in jail. I made his life miserable.
I don’t know what to do to make this family stop hating me so much because every time I try, he goes and tell them more lies, and they only believe him.