...because the week we just had over easter was fucking horrible?
We have a 12 year old dd who seems to actively hate me. She can hardly bear to be in the same room as me.
I try and stay positive and unhurt by her behaviour but a week of it has worn me down. I cried so many times when no one could see me. I went for walks on my own. Tried to find things for us to do but gave up by Wednesday.
I have come dwon with a chest infection and feel rotten. On the way home, we stopped at the services. DH and DD walked ahead, I was struggling. Lost sight of them at he doors and slid to the floor outside Costa. I sat for a moment, gathered msyelf and forged on to the toilets.
They were there and looked annoyed at me for being missing. I didn't say anything, went to the loo, came out and went down for a 2nd time.
I felt so embarrased for embarrasing everyone. For being ill. We got back to the car and got the rest of the way home and into my own bed.
Seen the doc. Got antibiotics. Im staying in bed but I am fucked if i am going anywhere with anyone in the summer.
Forget it.
Over rated. Stressful. Pointless waste of money and energy.
I think Id rather paper the front room.
I feel as if we are trying to get inside the shell of a barnacle that doesns't want to be bothered and shell come out when shes ready in the meantime, we are a pain in the arse.
Fuck it.