I have been a really purse lipped old cunt lately.
Admittedly I have had a right time of it, but
I HATE the way I am being/behaving. For instance I am going through a slow and stagnant process of separation, and this morning I totally lost it with h in front of my sick dd. I was shouting and shaking and weeping histrionically and being VILE. I would have laughed at myself if I had seen myself behaving like that.
I want to encourage my kids to take each day as it comes and to celebrate things - sky sea sun leaves etc - that are simple and beautiful - but I am torn up with all the stuff that is going on with me, and am failing deeply at it.
I don't know actually if it belongs in mental health, but I will never be religious and also I am maybe a hypocrite because I am deeply ambitious for myself and my kids and I am still trying to carve a career path for myself, even though, with two kids, and about to be single, and in my late 30s, probably more sensible people would give up by now and accept a smaller life.
Am I wrong to still want these things, and how can I equate this with some kind of equanimity/accepting of the limitations that go with being a mother?
Does ANY of this make sense?