Just want to preface this- I'm not suicidal at all, so please don't worry.
I've been taking stock of things over the last few weeks after my much-loved stepmum and mum to my younger brothers and sisters died. The grief and love for her is huge and means so much to everyone in my family.
It has made me think about my own life, selfishly.
I'm in my early 40s now, can't have kids and my husband doesn't want them anyway.
I do well in my job but I'm aware it's just a job and I'd be replaced in minutes.
My friendship circle is small, and each of them have rich and fulfilling relationships and friends they do other things with.
Husband is not very involved. We've become a bit like housemates over the years and he's quite content with the dog and his books and games, especially if I'm not home for any reason.
My family tolerate me. I don't think they would chose to have me around if we were not related though.
I've been feeling like I don't know what the point is. Is this what the next 40 years will be like? I wouldn't be missed if I were not here, so what's the point?