Since Covid and (depressingly) the birth of my son in 2020 my life has been non-stop hell, DS is the only thing that got me through it and the only thing keeping me alive. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me but I’ve spent his entire babyhood and toddlerhood depressed and suicidal, masking (not always successfully) and trying to do my best for him.
First I had serious back injury that meant I couldn’t even lift DS, got prescribed morphine and got addicted to it (judge away, I’m used to it), spent time in rehab, only to come home and find my emotionally abusive ex had taken DS and left.
Started doing 50/50 care from then on. Got no support when I left, was seriously mentally ill - every service I tried went nowhere or I wasn’t eligible. I gave up and tried to kill myself with an overdose, best friend found out called SS saying I was a danger to my child (he was with ex at the time, I was ill and thought I’d be doing the best thing for him). She never contacted me and denied it was her that made the report (I knew from certain facts/wording that it was), 3 other close friends who were initially supportive decided I was being manipulative cos I expressed suicidal thoughts- never threats, just honest thoughts about how I was feeling. They all stopped talking to me. I had no support network left, lost my job due to mental health, had to go on benefits, “co-parenting” relationship with ex was impossible- he continued emotional abuse at every opportunity. Many members of my family also lost interest, couldn’t understand why I couldn’t “snap out of it” and avoided me. Step-mum will always see me as an “addict” (even though I’ve never touched drugs since rehab 3 yrs ago) and said she never wanted to see me again, banned me from coming to the house, lost relationships with all step-siblings too. My dad, mum and sister all remain supportive and I’m so grateful for that but they’ll never treat me as a normal person again. They treat my like damaged goods, which I guess I am.
In the moments of light I’ve tried to date again but everytime I tried each person saw through the light into the darkness and ended things. I’ve given up ever being in another relationship.
Tried to move away for a fresh start (only 15 min down the road), ex pretended to be enthusiastic about the move until I moved in then announced he’s taking me to court cos I’d moved DS (part-time) away from his “support network” (he’s 4) and is now trying to get full custody of him, citing my previous substance misuse (that, clearly, I’ll never be allowed to forget) and my MH. Despite the fact he’s been completely ok with DS being in my care for last 3 yrs when I was ill. He has a new partner and they want to pretend I don’t exist and be a family with DS. DS says he even encourages him to call her mum. Despite how much of a mess I sound, 90% of the time I’ve been able to be a good mum to DS, taking him out, going to toddler groups, swimming, and interacting with him as much as poss. We’re extremely close and he has a meltdown everytime he has to go to his dads. This never happens the other way round.
I was doing well recently, up until I found out about the court case, I don’t know how I’m going to face him in court or prepare a statement or go through being cross-examined. I have no prove of his abuse. The judge will just take one look at my historical addiction and MH problems and decide I’m an unfit mother, and without DS there really is no reason for me to live. At this point I feel like I’m just taking up oxygen on the planet and my existence is completely pointless. I can’t go through anymore pain and want to end my life so badly. I feel enormous guilt no matter what I do - staying alive will just fuck DS as he gets older and realises how much of a fuck-up I am and ending my life will obviously also fuck him up. At least with the latter I won’t be in pain anymore