Me and my DP.... Argh. Well.
First the positives. We're both very intelligent (degree educated to PhD/masters level and published - although in Arts subjects so pinch of salt there). We have good steady jobs with room for progression, family income around £80k gross (should be more when DP finds a new job as he's been at top of his increment for years). Both work part time 4 days a week and stagger our hours so kids don't have to spend too long in childcare. Both have complimentary strengths - DP is very driven, hard working, organised. I'm (at my best) very loving, very devoted to the kids, extremely empathetic, emotionally articulate. We are financially solvent and careful, no debt but the mortgage, focussed on using our money for life-enhancing stuff e.g. travel and activities rather than expensive "stuff". So they will want for nothing essential, materially.
But mentally and emotionally we're both a bit of a mess. Both significant family trauma in adulthood which on reflection will have also stemmed from a very difficult childhood - my mum committed suicide not long after my first child was born, his stuff I can't go in to but it's one of the worst things I can think of - didn't involve him directly but destroyed his family. Both inclined to depression and anxiety (although DP would never call it depression and anxiety).
I'm very hormonally volatile since having children which can make me very difficult to live with. I also think I may have ADHD for various reasons. DP is (I think) autistic, he doesn't seem to have "normal" feelings or be able to express them. He feels disappointed by our life together I think, and I feel very very lonely.
We got together when we were both probably quite troubled young people (early twenties) and are now, about 15 years later, very poorly suited - and I feel like he's become a much better person than he was and I've become a lot worse but that's an aside. What used to keep us going was loyalty (we were friends for years before we were a couple) and sexual compatibility - but since having the kids my libido has dropped off a cliff and this has become a bone of contention.
Neither of us are sporty or science-y. Neither of us are very confident or good at networking. I look at other parents and feel like this stuff is so important. We also don't really have any wider family around, so kids don't have that network of grannies/aunties/cousins as part of their daily experience to fill in the gaps we leave.
I feel like we both have such ambition to be better people and good parents. But I'm starting to wonder, can you ever really become better than the tools you have to work with? Can you fake until you make a whole personality, a whole life? We have such gaps that mean our children have so little chance of growing up successful, healthy and happy I feel. My eldest (5) is amazing, but already I see things in her that are "like me" or " like her dad" and I feel like we're infecting her somehow. Dragging her down into our mess when all I want is for her and her sister to be raised up above it.
I so want them to be happier than we are. But how can they be if we can't show them how? I have all these ideas - i'll take them to park run, I'll somehow try and improve our relationship so they can see what a good partnership looks like, we'll all do meditation together, we'll move abroad, I'll break up with their dad so they can see you don't have to accept being unhappy - all sorts of ideas from the mundane to the desperate, but fundamentally I feel paralysed by the notion that wherever I go, there I am, and they will never not have these two slightly miserable, slightly rubbish parents.