Mum to a toddler and expecting another baby, it's far too late to abort so that ship has sailed. I contemplated terminating in the early days but couldn't bring myself to go through it for personal reasons to do with my beliefs. In hindsight it seems like it would have been the best thing to do but I couldn't have done it at the time.
Children's father is present but the relationship is on rocky ground, he's not abusive unless you count being unfaithful once as emotional abuse, but I wouldn't. For the most part he's ok, a good father and has tried to make things right but in my opinion isn't fully commited to our family.
Living situation is far from ideal, were in a shitty, cold and overpriced box flat with just one bedroom and DP refuses to consider relocating to a cheaper part of the country where we could get a house for less than what we pay here. We'll be over crowded when the baby arrives but aren't eligible for council accom, not that there is any available here. I spend forever cleaning every day and the place still looks cluttered because there's no room for all the shit in here. We live and cook in one room, sleep in another. You couldn't swing a cat in here.
I've been forced into being a SAHM since our toddler was born because childcare where we are is just too expensive and even if we split the cost evenly we'd struggle to pay for anything else.
I spend most of my time sat in the house waiting for the day to end so I can go to bed. I have no motivation and no local friends. I don't know anybody in the area, my anxiety makes it hard for me to get out and meet people. I'm angry and sad a lot of the time.
I've started to feel completely defeatist and can see no way to better my situation as it is, I love my child (and unborn) completely but hand on heart believe they'd be far better off with a family who can give them everything they deserve. I don't personally feel as though I would cope on my own so have stayed in this relationship for the hands on support, but that means me remaining in the situation that is making me miserable.
I burst into tears when my toddler came over to give me a hug. They are so precious and deserve far more than I feel able to give them. I don't want my children to grow up miserable because they have a failure as a mum. I make sure their needs are met and show affection so I'm not neglectful, but love isn't enough is it? I'm not a good enough mum.
I'm on the verge of contacting social services and telling them I can't cope. I haven't told DP because he'll hit the roof at so much of the thought of it, but it's ok for him he hasn't had to make any sacrifices and it's not him stuck in this bloody flat day in day out because he gets to work and socialise. I'm 25 and feel like my life is ruined.
Am I being weak? Somebody talk some sense into me please before I make a call that I can't take back 