My birthday today. It’s a depressing one. The family business has been in trouble and DH has cleaned us out trying to save it this year. He always lies about how “it will get better” but it never does. It’s been shit for years now. So here I am another year older knowing that I’m worse off than I was 20 years ago. Only now I’m not in my youth and with no future to look forward to I just feel so totally desolate. No point in talking to DH because I’m fed up with the “Soon” and “It’s getting better” lies. Whenever I try and tell DH how I feel I get snapped at. I shout at the kids, and then I feel guilty like a shitty pathetic mother which I am. I’m parmanantly stressed, anxious and increasingly unhappy with life.
Kids are off to bed. I’ve not eaten much because the cupboards are bare. But of course I’ve had to pretend to the world that life is great and I’m so happy. Because no one knows how awful I feel. No one even has the slightest inkling that anything is wrong, because I hide it. I can’t tell anyone about our situation.
So Aibu to just go to bed and cry myself to sleep?