Hi - long story - please don't judge.
I had my daughter 8 years ago - I've never bonded with her.
No one else knows this.
I left my partner when she was 16 months old.
Despite feeling no bond, I've taken motherhood very seriously and have sacrificed everything for her.
I moved us to a rural village where we knew no one so she could have a rural upbringing.
As a single Mum, I became extremely isolated - I didn't fit in - I found people in the village to be very family-unit orientated.
I ended up giving up trying to arrange days out.
Because we rent, we've had to move three times now - the first two houses were beautiful and we were extremely lucky which kept me going. My daughter had the rural, village life I have worked so hard for.
But we have just had to move again - and this time, we are not so lucky. We have had to move to the fringes of a small town and I hate it. My daugher can't just go out on her bike and call for her friends. We are isolated and car-dependent.
First world problems - I know.
But it's been the tipping point.
I'm at a point in my life (49) where I have no friends, nowhere that feels like home.
All I do is work and look after my kid.
I have NO LIFE/have had no life for nearly a decade and wonder how the hell I got myself into this mess.
I've probably been out 20-30 times in 7 years - I used to love socialising and doing things - I used to live in London.
I've thought/dreamed about moving back to a city, but my daughter loves where we are and has made friends here.
I'm rambling now.
I want to leave.
I want to leave this sh*tty rented house.
I would give up my daughter tomorrow if I could - as long as I knew she would be happy - (don't worry - she has no idea how I feel - no one does - I tell her I love her all the time and give her all the 'love' I know she needs - but it's out of a sense of duty.)
I want to leave and 'forget' that any of this ever happened. But I don't see a way out.
I don't get on with people around here, I'm a creative/urban type.
I don't want to meet a man - believe me.
I can't afford to buy us somewhere.
I can't see a way forward.
I'm not cut out to be a mother. Deep down I always knew this - I should have listened to myself more deeply before making such a mistake.
I manage to put on a 'happy face' for everyone around me. I stand at the gates and listen to other Mums moaning and moaning about their half terms when mine was spent in isolated, directionless hell. But I don't complain, because no one wants to know do they really.
I've managed it for 8 years - just wondering if I can manage it for another - how long?.....