I have a one year old... it’s bloody hard, and I know at times I’m a selfish twat, but...
My mother in law has visited us once. We can’t visit her as the grown adult kids still living with her spend their lives smoking weed, sniffing gear and shouting. So although I’m not one of those mums that needs to antibac the world, I do draw the line at accidental ingestion of Class A’s and the c bomb being part of the vocabulary.
Which is more than can be said for my family who apart from one great aunt he has seen twice he’s not met any apart from my Dad who is in a care home locally.
Very few friends have visited, even ones that live in the same village have disappeared in the the ether now I can no longer maintain the same social life, due to money, time and quite honestly being knackered half the time. Not even swinging by for a brew...
I’m sick of comments on insta/facebook gushing over my cute pics and saying “we must come visit” and then nothing happens...
I’ve struggled to make new mum friends as everyone already seems to have groups.
PFB is kicking my arse with leaps, sleep regressions, teething and everything else that comes with the territory.
Although at the moment we are in the cuddly, I love my mum and making her laugh phase so I’m thoroughly enjoying motherhood in this gorgeous stage.
I feel like everyone has ditched us, I don’t have anyone to talk to about the highs and lows, and apart from DH & I there is no family unit for our LO.
If I do pop out to the pub I get bombarded with “where’s the baby” or “is Daddy babysitting” which just makes me feel incredibly judged and bloody stabby by the end of the evening.
I feel this sounds so me me me but I’m so isolated and bitter about it all. It’s turning me into a bloody recluse.