To cut a long story short, I 'went solo' when my girl was 14 months.
I moved from London to the countryside to give her the best I could.
However whilst doing so, I parked my own identity, hopes, dreams, friends and threw myself into parenting head first.
I have really struggled to make friends 'in the countryside' - and have been isolated for years now. I can't actually remember the last time I went out. I used to love going out.
The reason I'm writing, is that as my DD is getting older, she is becoming pretty lippy and aggressive towards me - normal behaviour for a pre-teen I guess.
But what I'm fearing is resentment on my part - the 'I sacrificed everything for you' line is never far away from my lips these days.
I feel like I'm about to explode.
I work from home. I log on. I log off. I used to be able to have a laugh with my girl, but now it's just slammed doors and ever further isolation.
I'm not superhuman. I feel like I'm about to snap...after all these years of successfully tolerating my flatlined existence.
I honestly can't see a way out.
The usual 'get yourself to some evening classes' etc just doesn't appeal.
I refuse to take anti-depressants, because that isn't going to change the fact that I don't see what I have to look forward to anymore.
I'm now 52 (she was 40 when I was born). All I see in the mirror is a lonely, non-descript 50 something who doesn't want to be a mum anymore, but doesn't know what she would do if she wasn't.
I have no interest in anything anymore.
I just want to sleep.
Thanks for listening.