Im a single mum and just split up from a short term but adored dp. He was a prick though.
I just cant seem to see the point in anything. Im not suicidal but just well...meh!
I took dd up to London for a few days and I was a bit excited but jusy felt really exhausted and couldnt waot to come home.
I really struggle with motherhood...love dd but just want her to stop the incessant chatter and wish she could help round the house instead of trashing ir.. shes 5.
I have more or less given up on relationships as my anxiety has destroyed my last two. I feel keft in the shelf and cynical.
Im not suicidal but I dint see the point of my life apart from dd and im gutted that even that is hard work.