God I'm hiding upstairs so the kids don't see me cry.
I don't know why I feel like I do.
I have a lovely life, 3 amazing kids, a wonderful husband, no money worries, issues with health or anything that should cause me to want to curl up in a ball all the time and cry.
I did have a dreadfully abusive neglected childhood and someone who knew me when I was small got in touch recently (it was lovely unexpected surprise and she has no idea how truest awful my life got) and I don't know whether it's that, all the feelings of sadness and confusion and being unloved and not good enough have come rushing back, no one saved us even though everyone could see it happening.
I just don't know what to do? Feel like a complete dick when there are people with truly awful things in their life that they are having to deal with now and I'm letting memories ruin mine.
What do I do now? DH is due home any minute, the kids are eating downstairs, we've someone coming to the house to do something for DH and I for the next 2 hours but I don't think I can face it. No amount of make up is going to cover up these red swollen eyes.