I got a degree and a decent job straight from Uni but was always awful with money. Spending it makes me feel better so I never saved the way I should have. Moved into my own place and met now DH. Earned more so didn't want to combine banks, I've had bad experience with a parent being terrible with money and it made me wary. All good, although no savings but decent life. Got pregnant, intending to keep working but she was a really poorly baby and we spent two years in and out of hospital, so I took redundancy which covered me for a while. Just as she was getting older and more independent I was going to look for work but finally fell pregnant, with twins. Then COVID. So no return to work.
Now they're growing up and our UC will end May. I have no savings. No wages. I get carers but it's a tiny amount. I have 4k on a credit card. DH will have savings just over the threshold so we're understandably not entitled to IC once we get that money.
And as we've never shared money, he's a good saver and I'm appalling with money, I don't feel like I can now just tap that cash pot.
Of course he'll cover all bills but he doesn't know about the credit card bill because that's been my shame to bear.
Working is obviously the right move as the kids have just started full time school but I'm so overwhelmed with the complexity of having childcare in place before I get a job and affording that given we won't get any financial help and how long do I have that in place for before I even manage to get a job after a ten year career gap? And how do we afford holiday care 8-6 for 10 weeks a year? How do I get them to childcare and back when I don't drive and can't afford to learn? I'm 18 months off finishing an OU degree that I hoped would get me into teaching and all I can see is me sitting at home every day asking DH for pocket money so I can go for a coffee once every few months.
And I know, I know. This is what I deserve. I should have left my infant in hospital and gone to work. I shouldn't have made myself reliant on someone else / the state. I should be a fucking grown up and save my money and have investments and income streams. I should accept that I can't give my younger kids the attention my older one got at their age and that it's perfectly normal for them to be away from me 8-6 every day. That I shouldn't be entitled to keep up my volunteer work because paid work is more important, regardless of how much my identify is shaped by it.
But I'm so scared and overwhelmed. I'm scared of working again and coping with that and the kids when it feels so much to organise and do and I don't know where to start and I will be that parent working in a low paid job whilst my sister / sil is home with their kids full time because it's so important for them etc....
I just hate myself and the mess I've made of my life.