I've had enough. Of working full time in an extremely stressful job. Trying to be a good mum. I barely see dd. Tonight, as I was giving her dinner (and she threw it all over the floor as per usual), and I wondered for the millionth time why I bother.
Randomly as I had to wipe her face for the gazillionth time, I thought how much easier life would be if she had never been born. And how much easier my life would be if she wasn't here.
Please rest assured that I love her to absolute pieces and would never ever ever do anything to harm her, she is the light of my life. But as I thought about a life without her I felt calmer.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I live for this kid. She is my pride and joy. But her father has constantly caused me the worst pain and stress I've ever had to go through in my life. Thankfully he's gone now and has been absent for over a year. No-one knows where he is and I don't care.
But it kills me that he is off somewhere just continuing his life, doing whatever he does, whilst I am stuck here, working my arse off just to keep her in childcare. I have no life, I've been out three times of an evening since she has been born and she'll be two in November.
Needless to say he doesn't contribute - usual story with the cms, he scrounged off me for years and then suddenly went on the sick/unemployed. I KNOW he is working, I have proof in a court document but yet, he contributes £28 a month through collect and pay. Yet nothing can be done.
Ugh. Sorry, just typing out my thoughts. It's 7.30 and I am so tired I could cry. Not cleared up her dinner things, let alone got a grip on the washing. Just sick and tired of being me, I guess.