Pre-DC.
I didn't go into it light-heartedly, but no amount of discussing what it might be like could have ever prepared me for the reality of being a parent.
Seven years on and I hate it.
I'm so envious of my best friend who doesn't have DC. When I see her I'm reminded of the carefree life I used to lead.
I mourn the relationship I used to have with DP.
I cannot accept my mum-bod.
DC is rude, argumentative, loud and everything is a battle. DC has no respect for anything, she's messy and doesn't care when things get broken/damaged. She talks incessantly, she's repetitive and is constantly on the move. She won't do things when asked - even if it benefits her. I have to ask repeatedly and then I end up raising my voice.
(Now would probably be a good time to say DC is on a waiting list for autism/ADHD assessment).
I have good boundaries and I would say I'm disciplined when it comes to parenting. I pick my battles, but I just find DC to be a drainer. I'm constantly exhausted, both physically, emotionally and I'm guilt ridden because I feel I'm always on at her.
Despite everything above, I love DC. I try my best to protect her from my feelings towards her. It's getting harder because her behaviour has escalated since starting KS2. At times I can feel myself becoming despondent towards her.
AIBU to feel this way? Does anybody else feel this way, or am I just an awful human?