One Big Happy Family, NOT! cont...

The extended family came down to Mexico in two waves. I, with a friend, and my two sons. Then following us was Jack, Julia, and my daughter. They stayed behind to make sure the moving van had been packed. Jack and I were renting our house out so he needed to stay behind to make sure it was in immaculate condition. The first few weeks in Mexico were extremely friendly, at first. I went around the house as if it were still mine. My bedroom was separate from the main section of the house so I needed to go outside and then enter. I came and went freely. I did none of the cooking or cleaning although I offered many, many times. Julia didn't want me to invade her new territory and I failed to see that. I also failed to see that I still had not accepted their new marriage and how she was trying to create a home for themselves there and I was a intruder. Our conversations were polite and casual. But tensions in the house began without me noticing or having any knowledge of what I was doing wrong. Julia began having anxiety attacks and bouts of stress, she spun downhill. One night I wanted to get my own kids ready for bed, showers, teeth brushing, and pajamas. She barged into the bathroom and told me to get the hell out of her house. She said I was disrespecting her space and that she was the primary caretaker now of my children. I was appalled at what I was hearing. That was the first of many shouting matches that we have had. Then another night I was sitting next to jack at the counter in the kitchen when I spotted a hair on his face. I instinctively pulled It off and thought nothing of  it except to get it off of his face. Another time when we, oops, when they, had guests, I wanted to get jack's attention so I tapped his knee. That night Julia screamed at me for disrespecting her house and her marriage, and how Jack is her husband not mine anymore. That was the second shouting match we had. I felt like. She has an uncanny way of making someone feeling like complete shit for doing something as benign as pulling hair off of Jack's face. So what, big "F"ing deal. After that I was getting lectures about everything. I didn't need a 30 something year old pole dancer dictating my life. She was making our living arrangements very difficult for me. I wound up spending most of my time in my room or outside in the cold with my kids. I would eat in the kitchen with everyone else but then disappear again. I didn't know what my kids were thinking, with me not being around anymore to take care of them. Julia just stepped into my shoes and stepped on me.