I am watching the BRIT awards. Feel like I am 96. Haven't a clue who any of them
are except Ed Sheehan and Adele.
What a pile of shite.
On another note , my DH rarely wants sex. He'd rather be munching on a giant packet of fucking crisps or be at work or scrolling on his phone. It's hurtful and neglectful and utterly shit. I have plenty of male attention and quite honesty feel like pissing about with another bloke.
DD is eight but regressing on her sleep. Needs to be cuddling me all night. Refuses to sleep unless she is with me.
I have severe anxiety and depression and PTSD. Can't work at the moment.
Little family support.
Absolutely feel like taking a bunch of pills and that is quite frankly not an option.
Not sure what to do to be quite honest.