(Formally happysadconfused)
OK, I'm what, nearly 11 weeks down the line. Nearly 11 weeks since I took my lo and left the family home. Last week we moved into a new rented home, tidy house, good size, really lucky to find it really. lo (3) likes it there. We were staying with my parents, who were great but it was hard work for everyone, getting on top of each other etc...I couldn't wait to move on, to start again, get on with things, for us you know?
But in reality, I'm struggling, really struggling, on the verge of tears nearly all the time, lonely as hell, worried about everything, the future, bills, being capable of going it alone.... everything. Doesn't help that I have no tv/web access there yet, was supposed to be getting installed tomorrow, but they've cancelled that until 28th.
I'm finding it very difficult to pick myself up and get on! I have never lived on my own, even before I met my ex 15 years ago I lived with family, and I'm bloody scared to be honest.
My poor little 3 year old was comforting me when I was crying this morning....bless him, that is just not right is it!!