I've always hated Sundays. Ever since I was a little girl I would just get this really heavy, sad feeling on a Sunday and I wondered if anyone else did/does?
I used to spend my weekends with my Dad as a child and he would take me home on a Sunday where I would cry because I missed him so much in the week so I'm not sure if this feeling has just stayed with me deep down and now Sundays are tainted for me. But I'm in my 30s now, married with children and there's no need for me to hate this day so much but I still do. Sunday is like a January for me. Anyone else feel the same or do I need therapy? 🙈