Gosh, I mean... there’s a lot, mostly the tension between needing to work like I’m not a parent, and do the parenting for 2, like I don’t have a job. Nothing could have prepared me for that.
But I particularly wish I’d known that all the promises my family made about helping me if I left ExDP, being able to live at my parents as long as I needed, and how returning to the family home would be best for me and DS were bollocks, and I’d get little help and indeed be asked to leave after 3 months because “there’s too much laundry and baby stuff with a baby in the house”, having left my home, my job, and my wider support network 300 miles away, with no financial way to go back.
I had postnatal depression and desperately needed to be looked after and supported- and told what to do, if I’m honest- so I listened to the promises and ignored the alarm bells, and instead of being in the family home for. a year or so while I got myself together and made a life for DS and I that “worked”, I found myself living in my home village (which I hated), alone in a house in the middle of nowhere that was 300 years old and totally unsuitable for a baby, with none of my friends around me, in a job that was twice as stressful and half the pay as my previous career, and with a baby I had to put in childcare 5 days a week. And a family who couldn’t understand why I was so angry all the time.
So if you’re thinking of leaving- make sure that you’re clear eyed about what sort of support you’ll have before you go.