I've forgotten how to have fun. Dh says he's too old at 35 to have fun any more. I've been too ill to maintain my friendships so I have no friends. My dc is at that age where nothing I do or they do is right and it's all a catastrophe needing doors slamming and tears and "you don't understand me!". Work is beyond awful, it's a field of work I love. I love the industry but I hate my employer and I hate my team. We are skint. We have been ttc for more years than I'd care to mention and can't afford private treatment but as there is a child in the family we get no help from the NHS.
I just want to pack it all up and run away from everyone and everything around me and if I have to do everything myself I may as well do it somewhere hot or pretty or interesting or just not here.