Just that. Tipped over the edge by the overweight children thread (one of the many areas I'm fucking up) and an update from my son's school ski trip where despite doing the same lessons as everyone else before they went he's spent the week in a lower ability group to literally all his friends (he's not the fat one).
I'm failing my kids because I'm so miserable in my marriage. I'm weighed down by this sadness that's taking all my energy. I finally spoke to my husband a few weeks ago but we're not much further forward. I have a vision of a life where I am myself again - motivated, proactive, properly parenting and doing the best for my kids. But actually getting there feels impossible.
I hate myself. I know how pathetic and self pitying this all sounds. I know I should just pull myself together and get a grip. I know what I need to do I just can't.
I've no idea what I'm hoping for TBH.