Hello everyone this I see my first ever post but have been a big Mumsnet fan for years. I'm 25 , single and This February I fled an extremely abusive , violent relationship, taking my 8 year old boy with me. We have been in a women's refuge until TODAY :-) when we were given a bedsit, temporary accommodation. I'm chuffed as now don't have to "do Christmas" in one room with some unsavoury carachters lurking :-/. Sorry to sound stuck up but I'm afraid of being around drunk people/ people on drugs as my ex was as I now know, on both.
Anyway I applied for the necessary IAP etc and they're all pending. Unfortunately all my son and I have is a single bed (for him obvs, I gladly sleep on the floor and don't mind one bit), a lamp, our clothes, toiletries, small microwave and a bar stool type seat.
I had my Esa payment today and am not due anymore money until after Christmas.
I do have a microwave so I can knock up a (lame I know) Sunday dinner and I always eat standing up anyway and don't mind one bit,, so was thinking of decorating the largest, widest windowsill with tinsel and the bar stool so my boy can have a Christmassy dinner style thing. There's no way we can have a tree or anything like that, we're miles away from my friends and my family live abroad and are estranged anyway. We don't have a tv or anything like that and all I have managed to get for my boy are things that have cost less than a fiver or stocking filler type things :-(
I'm feeling really guilty and anxious for putting my boy through this after he's been used to lovely christmases with presents, decorations, fun, food, snacks etc and he's such a gentle, kind, quiet type of boy since we fled that I know he'll just go into himself, and be so gentlemanly and kind that he won't even complain. I see him looking at shops and other kids with scooters and hate myself for this. I should probably mention that my dose of anxiety medication has just increased so I'm not at my best anyway. The sheer despair is just growing and growing in me and it's getting worse with the "countdown". I've had to buy gas, electric, hat, scarf and gloves today and I just can't cope! My heart feels like a brick and in a bedsit, I can only go and cry in the toilet! Any advice or tips or anything would be so greatly welcomed! Thank you for reading !