I'm reaching that defining moment when it suddenly hits you that nothing you could choose to do today or tomorrow would give you any joy.
DD1 left home, she went to the council and told them a sob story to get on emergency housing. She's staying in an emergency 'crash pad' at the moment, waiting for a place in a hostel. Yet she still comes home to visit, rings me for lifts (to which I sometimes say yes, sometimes no) and help (like asking DH and I to guarantor her rent in the hostel).
Yesterday I drove her back to the place where she is staying, and the woman who is looking after her opened the door to let her in. I heard a warm 'hello love' and not a glance or a wave at me. It pierced my heart to imagine what this woman thinks of me and has been told about me, what an unloving, uncaring mother I am. I expect she wonders how any mother could allow their 16 year old to be in this position.
Upstairs I have cleaned and tidied her room, it's lovely, bright and fresh with garden views, her own computer and TV and video, desk etc but she doesn't want to live in it, doesn't like us, thinks living with us is intolerable.
My DS (5) is being a bit naughty at the moment which is not like him, he's so unsettled by the whole thing and I don't cope too well with school holidays at the best of times.
My DH wants to support me but when he asks what I want him to do I don't know. I feel dreadful physically too, eating and drinking all the wrong things, tired all the time, can't break the cycle.
I don't know what I want, just to pour it out I guess.