Thats it, i'm done - had enough of trying. What is the bloody point, ive spent the best part of ten years trying to be something i am not. Looking at other people with envy, hating my life more and more because of it. I wanted it all - the good job, the happy family (i have that, to a degree) the nice life, respect of others and to feel proud of myself.
I look at other mums, dressed for work, nice cars (because they work), good, interesting jobs, holidays, happy kids etc - I know everyones life isn't perfect or like that, but i thought mine could be, i thought i could be one of those women i see, nice clothes, sucsesful.
I worked for it, i worked so bloody hard for it, put myself through university, PhD but it wasn't meant for the likes of me and i should have accepted that. Right from the start - im the one who people look down on, feel sorry for maybe, or just think that is a tad pathetic. Thats the only way to describe it - im DOWN, not feeling down but down at the bottom of the ladder and that is where i am. I should never have thought i could be anything else. So i have qualifications that i thought would put me up, not at the top but somewhere inthe middle of things. That people would like me and want to be around me etc, but no - it never has been and never will be me.
So thats it, im giving up, i can't do anymore - i can go through the motions of being a mum to my DD and a "partner" to DP, but thats it, no more wanting, no more anything - will come home, sit down, wait for school run, put on a brave face - but there is some releif in stopping trying. I have to grieve for the person i wanted to be, but accept who i am.
Sometimes i resent my family, because if it wasn't for them.........i could give up completely - every day i wake up, every day i think, fuck, here we go again. There is no joy in anything, nothing - its all pretend really.