I hate my life. I hate how it’s turned out. I feel trapped. I hate that I was born to 2 horrible people, thankfully one is dead and the other is NC (my choice) I hate the fact that my family ( husband and children (whom I love) are all neurodiverse. I hate that I will always have to be a carer, rather than a parent whose child has grown up, moved on, met someone etc. I hate that I can’t have a holiday, can’t go away for a weekend even. I hate that I have no one who can jump in and help out. I’m angry that this is my life. It’s not a pity party, it’s reality and it’s shit. I do try to look on the bright side but there are days when I am done, today is one of them. I wish I could just walk out the door and not come back but my conscience is too strong. Life is shit.