I am really upset at the moment. I am just sick of men. Sick of the men in my family thinking I am their defacto wife (widowed/ divorced dad and brothers) and sick of my DH and teen sons.
Well, I love my teen sons, and they are my world, but it is all getting a bit much for me.
I am their unpaid and unappreciated cook, cleaner, laundry person, counsellor and PA. I can't do right for doing wrong. They are endless eating machines who complain there is no food, or it is not the right type of food (to fuel gym sessions every night). My DH, and my DS's get on very well and I find myself upstairs a lot just watching TV on my own whilst they watch sport. When I am not doing this I will have some other male member of the family on the phone to me telling me their problems and moaning at me about the world/ GB news/ Migrants etc. etc. I feel like I am no longer needed around unless there is something to cook and clean up.
I'm exhausted with it all, and working FT.
Last night I cried and cried and cried myself to sleep. This morning I tried to be brighter but the tears just rolled down my cheeks. I was upset because I just feel so lonely. I have no mum to talk to, and no sisters. I have a few friends but they have their own issues to deal with so I don't want to bother them.
I felt so low last night that I just thought to myself that after my youngest goes to Uni I'd just rather go be with my departed mum and other female relatives than feel so low and lonely.
Mother's day came and went with no card, or anything and it is my wedding anniversary on Friday and I know my DH just can't be arsed and won't get me a card.
A few thoughts have passed my mind over the last few days about leaving and being on my own. But then a part of me thinks this would be a mistake, and I would regret it, and there would be no coming back from it. Also, I've seen my lovely, beautiful single friends just be so battered by arsehole men on internet dating sites that I think the grass is not greener on the other side.
I need a break from men. They just don't understand what it is like to constantly be bombarded by 6 teen/ adult men all the time with no respite and I am so tired I no longer care what happens to me.
I also think that I am not going to remind my DH about our anniversary and if he doesn't remember then I'll just move into another room. However, I feel this is a bit passive aggressive. TBH I don't think my DH would be bothered if I was no longer around. Whenever I voice that I am upset about something, apparently I "take it out on everyone in the house, and lower the mood". However, they are the ones wearing me out in the first place.