I am at the end of my tether.
I am very, very unhappy where I live. We are trying to sell, but it seems hopeless adn I feel we are trapped here.
It is awful - a constant reminder of our mistake. I feel physically ill being here.
This morning, after ds went out for a walk with Granny, I was in such a foul mood that a pulled the whols bookcase down. I threw a picture across the room and broke it too. It was either that or hurt myself, but I am mortified. I was alone at least.
Every night Iwake up in a panic becasue I am trapped here. Every morning I cry. I can't off load on dh as he is under a lot of stress atm at work and can't listen to me.
Every day I wrack my brains thinking where could I go. I am really close to just packing up and leaving. I love dh and ds though so I won't.
I don't now how to get through this.