Help me process this. My sisters mildly aggressive dogs and she tells me to chill
Man, today fkn sucked. I’ve been home for an hour and I still have this lingering anxiety buzz.
I don’t think I’ve ever had an anxiety episode like this before—it just built up from a bunch of things all at once.
I went to my cousin’s going-away thing at my sister’s house. She has two dogo argentinos and two yorkies, and she scheduled it right at my baby’s bedtime, which already had me wondering if I should even go. But I made a banner, so I went to drop it off.
I get there, I’m starving, she had said she was going to have pizza so I came hungry —but it never came while I was there. Meanwhile, one of the big male dogs kept barking at my 15-month-old, especially when my sister held baby, I saw the doggo did a fake bite at his legs. Then one of the yorkies kept trying to nip at him whenever I set him down to walk.
And then my BIL says I should just let him get bit because “it’s going to happen eventually.” I just walked away and ignored him
At that point, my anxiety just started building. People kept talking to me and I could barely focus on what they were saying. I couldn’t put my baby down because the dogs would rush him, and my sister kept saying I needed to get him used to it.
Finally, I was just like, okay, I’m ready to go. It was already an hour past his bedtime anyway. My sister asked me to wait another 15 minutes for the pizza, but I said no. As we’re leaving, my husband says, “You always freak out”when I apologize for wanting to leave so abruptly. I knew he was enjoying himself—which is ironic because earlier today he told me I’m too calm when the baby gets hurt.
I ended up crying on the drive home. He didn’t notice because it was dark.
I’m still processing everything. I don’t feel like I was overreacting for not trusting those dogs around my baby… but now I’m second-guessing myself.