I’m slipping into a deep depression.
My life isn’t anything like how I thought it would be.
I live 150 miles away from my parents and family. I can’t move to be nearer to them for two reasons 1) financial 2) I live with my DP and our son, he won’t let me take our son to live elsewhere and he doesn’t want to move.
We have very little income and our house is small, old and ugly.
I always envisioned living near to my family and having regular contact and support with my parents once I’d had a child.
We are currently staying with them for Easter and I’ve realised what I’m missing , my DS loves spending time with his grandparents , uncle and auntie. Having the ‘village’ that I’m so desperately missing where I currently live is what I always imagined.
What doesn’t help is that myself and DP are really not getting along at the moment, but he’s made it very clear that he doesn’t want (won’t allow me)
to move back with my son to be with my parents.