I’m so fu**ed off.
My dad died 10 days ago. I’m 31 and now have no parents. I have not had chance to grieve. I swear my husband thinks I should be over it. I can’t remember the last time he proper hugged me. My kids are still bickering, I’m still having to do two school runs a day, cook dinner, baths, snd put the youngest to bed every night. On top of they were bought a long waited puppy home the day he was rushed to hospital. I have so much on my mind.
I’m on medication for BPD which blocks out a lot of my emotions, so I struggle to cry. But my brain is hurting from all the pain. But I can’t let it out, and I don’t have anyone to let it out to. No one has really asked me how I am. I feel so fucking alone,
And to top it off my mental mother in law has just dropped loads of crap from her dads house that she can’t be arsed to sort out (like an old video player, 5 remote controls etc) so wants us to.
I feel like I’m in a dream, snd it’s not real. I’m going to go and see him on Saturday just to make me realise this is real.
I just want to be looked after. I’m sick of looking after everyone else.