Long-time lurker here , decided to get some things off my chest. It’s one of those low-mood days, and the rain is hitting the windows as I sit here with a coffee, contemplating my life. I guess I just feel a bit down. It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, and as much as I’ll carry on smiling, enjoying my children, and making the best of it, I can’t help but feel that painful pang in my gut because I’m doing it alone.
My ex won’t make an effort. He does nothing for the kids—nothing at all. The last time I had a night out was eight years ago. I have no one to babysit, not a single person. Believe me, I’ve thought this through.
Three years ago, I left home with nothing but black bags and my kids. We set off not knowing where we were going only that we had to get away. His mental health struggles took a toll on all of us, and it was time to go. I stayed with a friend until I got a council house, and from there, I’ve been trying to rebuild our lives.
Pulling yourself out of the depths of despair, feeling so sick with fear that you can’t even eat, wondering, How am I going to do this?—but I have. I’ve just taken it day by day, winging it as best I can. No one knows the tears I’ve shed, heartbroken over the life that could have been and the overwhelming task of raising four children alone.
But I’m pushing forward. I enrolled in a course, and I start university in September—trying to better myself, for them and for me. Everyone always says your doing great , hats off to you, i couldnt do what you are doing... i just smile and say its for the kids, but it kills me inside. i dont know what i want to gain from this post , i guess just a rant and aibu to just feel lost in life chasing a dream and hoping someday il get the life I feel like everyone else has but me ( I know it's not all as picture perfect as it seems) just feel a bit down today.. Anyone relate?