I don't know what i want to say. I don't know what i want anyone to say really.
All those posters posting about toxic parents, toxic partners, life sucking friends - well that is me. I am that person.
I am dragging everyone down with me. Even my dogs FFS.
My DD came home from school yesterday sobbing but wouldnt say why. I called the school and her teacher explained that she was feeling lonely because her little friend was playing with someone else. She is in year 6 and is friendless. Then the teacher dropped the bombshell and my heart broke - "your dd is very anxious"
I thought i had managed to sheild her from it, from my poison but no - i've damaged her. Just as i damaged DD1. She is 25 now and thinking about getting counselling for anger issues
I tried so hard for DD2, i had PND but i managed to be a good mummy, or so i thought. Obviously not - because my little girl is anxious.
It can only be because of me - i am anxious, im on medication - every fucking single day of my life i battle with it - that feeling in the pit of my stomach when i know - everything isn't ok. There will be something. A letter through the door, a phone call. Something.
Ive tried to take control, ive got a little job - well its turned into a full on job but not full time and not good money and not regular, apart from cleaning. Im happy when im there, i love my job but today i am sat her crying because i don't have any work today. Because i don't want to be here, on my own, in my shit hole of a house that i am ashamed of.
My DD has no friends because people don't like me, i don;t know why, i try to be nice, i try to help people, i think im one of those irritating people who try too much and just make people uncomfortable. So of course the play dates don't happen - I have asked a little girl next week because her teacher said she was kind to DD, but once her parents see where we live they wont want her to come again.
I am tired, i am tired of worrying about money constantly and having no control over it. DP isn't bringing enough in and i have tried to compensate by asking for as many hours at work that i can spare but of course i can't take hours from people. Now DP has an offer of some steady work (he is self employed) but it means i'll probably have to give up my job due to the fact he will have to start early and finish late.
I have no control over my life - but i NEED to feel i have something. I just feel like i am lurching from one disaster to another.
But none of that matters - what matters is that i have infected my children.
No point in going to the Dr, fucking useless.