Please don't flame me too much as I'm feeling very low today.
I grew up in a town that I absolutely hate. Without giving too much away, it's not a very nice place, full of depressing high rises, litter on the streets, just generally the kind of place that makes your spirits sink.
It was always my ambition all through school and uni that I would leave ( I went to uni here as parents couldn't afford to send me away). Then I got pregnant at the end of uni and ended up staying here with dd for a bit longer than planned to be close to my parents so I wasn't totally alone - split up with dd's abusive father shortly after she was born, we have no contact.
By the time dd was about five I had my life sorted, we were planning to make the big move to another city where I've always dreamed of living. Then I met my DH to be, who has a ds of whom he has shared custody, we have him every weekend.
I fell so in love with him and we got married after a couple of years.We now have our own ds together. But it is only recently really sinking in that I am NEVER leaving this awful place, at least not until DSD leaves school and maybe goes to uni - until then we will have him every weekend, and have to live here. DH would not want to live in a different town from DSD. I guess I just haven't allowed myself to think about this before now. So I'll be well into my 40's before I can get out, and I'm finding that very hard to cope with. I can't imagine what my 15 year old self would think of me right now. All my school and uni friends have left here - it's just me now. I know they all know that I always wanted to leave, and it's so hard pretending to everyone that actually I'm happy living here.
I suppose I didn't think about the implications of marrying DH and what it would mean at the time. I just feel there are so many amazing places out there and I am literally trapped here. I have the kind of job that could take me anywhere in the world - but I am stuck here.
I know that I am so lucky to have my DCs and that this situation is of my own making. I just can't see a way out and am finding it harder and harder to get out of bed in the mornings. I am probably depressed but the only thing that would help would be to leave here and that isn't going to happen - even though DH and I really don't get on any more, I won't split our family up by moving.
Please don't be too harsh if you disagree with me as I feel totally desperate and can't bear the thought of another ten years in this place.