I've been a single mum for two years. I have children with special needs and mental health concerns, with no family support due to my side of the family siding with my DC's abusive father. Family court and divorce settlement have taken longer than usual due to Covid. I work from home - always have done - which is extremely helpful in my circumstances, but also very isolating.
I never get alone time. Ever. I always have a child in the house, due to their age ranges (college from home, etc), and by the time evening rolls round and it's another bout of dinner being made, school uniform being sorted, bed time being battled, etc, I feel completely done-in.
I wake up feeling more cheerful, however. Once I get stuck into work mode, after the chaos of school run, the house is quiet and I can breathe again.
But the stress creeps in by late afternoon and mounts until I collapse at night watching some escapist tv-show.
I frequently fantasise about a different life, where I chose not to get married and have children, I'm living in a different country, travelling and living life according to my whims and desires only. I struggle with feeling deeply bitter about my current circumstances - the DC's father swanning off to a new family with no young children about, no major responsibilities apart from being Disney Dad every other weekend. He plays happy families with my DC and his new wife, pays child maintenance, and gets brownie points for being so hard done by.
Meanwhile I scrape an hour or two of silence here and there, in between working long hours to provide for a large family that I agreed to create with someone who should have been by my side for the rest of my life. Instead he hit me, I protected my DC by kicking him out, and I am left swinging.
I don't know if I will ever get over the injustice of it, and it gnaws at me. The weight of my responsibility seems never-ending, and I am at once terrified of getting it wrong for my DC and also resentful that I have to do it at all.
I'm on the waiting list for therapy, but I've had therapy before and I tend to put on a happy face for therapists and say all the right things, because I feel ashamed for wanting to run away from my life. I'm so angry at the DC's father for doing the exact same thing, and yet that's exactly what I wish I could do.
See also: world-wide pandemic making everything more stressful.