Totally self indulgent of me I know but covid hit just as I was starting to consider having a wee bit of a social life for myself. I've got a kid, the dad fucked off to London when he was still a baby.
Then after he left I pretty much had 14 years of staying in, on my own. I did get sitters but it got tricky past around age 11 to book teenagers and I couldn't afford professional sitters. Plus even when he was little and the teenage sitters were ok I couldn't stay out too late.
I'd just about got to the point where I was starting to leave him alone a bit longer, get a bit of myself back, and then suddenly bam that's it, lockdown. And we've been in and out of that ever since.
I feel fucked off on two counts. 1) that no one ever gave a shit that I'd effectively been in lockdown for 14 fucking years previously (ofc I was "able to" work, thanks to pishing out money on childcare all that time, but I've continued to work out of home throughout lockdowns so no change there); 2) that my own personal lockdown continued just as I thought I was getting out of it.
Actually I know IA being U to be pissed off about both these things but sometimes it's hard to get past it. I have worked so hard and pished so much money up the wall and it's all just miserable nonetheless.