Just that really. I have an almost 50/50 arrangement with my husband. And I hate it.
I feel like a fraud. Like a fake Mum. I absolutely hate it. I find the times when I have her overwhelming, and when I don't, I just feel like a spare part and wish I was doing things with her.
I'm sure people will tell me to get a hobby or something, which has been pretty impossible over the last year. But I don't want to bloody hobby. I want to be a Mum. I carried my daughter because I wanted to be there all the time. Not part of the time. I despise it. I hate being cut from half her life. Not being able to put her to bed every night.
I am currently seeing her Dad again, a year after we separated. I still love him. He still loves me. We are living in separate homes, and are being very careful to not upset our daughter. I wouldn't say missing my daughter is my only motivation for this. But I'd be lying if I said it was some motivation.
My family will hit the roof when they find out. The whole thing is a bloody mess. But I despise where I am.