I am a single parent to a one year old. I do love him but I don’t think I feel how I’m supposed to. I do everything practically that’s right for him, he has everything he needs in that sense. But I honestly hate being a mum most of the time. Some days I love it, and some moments I love. I can’t imagine life without him and wouldn’t chose that if I could go back in time. But I just feel like my life is over through having him. I know in part this is because his dad is a deadbeat who mostly just provides financial support (never even changed a nappy!) but also I think I would have felt this sense of loss in any situation. Ds is constantly needing something from me. I barely eat some days and I was always in the camp that ‘oh of course you can bloody well eat’ when mums said that but actually some days it’s hard to ensure you’ve had a healthy meal. My home is disgusting. Impossible to have everywhere clean and tidy at any given moment. Can’t afford a cleaner really either.
But I just feel like I can’t think. At all. I have so much in my mind that I just try and juggle it all constantly without time to think anything through. I have no idea how I’m going to manage work, I start back on Monday and I don’t know what I will do. I have sort of accepted I may lose my job and already begun looking for back up options. I hate it all. It’s all consuming. Will I ever feel differently or will I have to try and conceal this from ds as he grows?