Split with husband. Our relationship had got pretty awful, he wouldn't let me say no to sex, he checked my phone, checked receipts, I had no freedom, couldn't even go to the shop without being accused of having an affair. If I went out with a friend he'd say that the friend probably didn't like me anyway and just felt sorry for me.
Obviously and I know it's always the way, he wasn't like that all the time, which was partly why I stayed and also for the children, but then things got quite scary and I felt I had to.
It's now taking me every ounce of mind body and soul to hold it together and I don't know if I can. I can feel myself cracking.
I adore the children; I love them more than I ever thought I could love anything, but it's relentless having them constantly round my feet and demanding attention (not that it's their fault!) When I try to go out to places it's like a military expedition and I just see loving dads everywhere, with toddlers on their shoulders and supporting their wives and I can't help but wonder why I never had that, why I wasn't good enough for that and it really hurts me. Getting to do anything is so hard and sometimes impossible when I have to wrangle the different needs of children.
Then when they are with him it kills me so I can't win.
I feel like I've made a mistake. Is it that once you've found the father of your child you just have to stick with them, as I have to do eerything myself and I can't. All I can see is a very cold and empty life of poverty and loneliness - I am so lonely it's like a physical ache - and boredom and monotony.