I'm sorry, especially to all the women on here who would kill to be mothers but I've hit an all new low and I need to write it down to vent if nothing else.
I hate being a mum, it has ruined my life and everything I had planned to do with my life.
I'd always wanted what I have now DH and DD who is 2.5 but not at the time it happened. It was too early and I hadn't got everything ticked off that I'd wanted to do pre children, and now I'm stuck in a prison sentence for the next 15 and a half years before I get set free.
As much as I'd always wanted a daughter, when I found out I was pregnant I wanted an abortion, but DP persuaded me to keep her and that nothing would have to change, I could still go back to work and do all the things I wanted to do with my life.
So I kept her. And to be honest I think I had pre natal depression as well as pnd because I spent most of my pregnancy in tears wondering what the hell I'd done. I even contemplated throwing myself down the stairs one day to try and have a miscarriage and tell everyone I'd slipped so they wouldn't think I was an evil monster!
I did develop pnd and was put on anti depressants which didn't make me happy, they just made me numb and not cry all the time. My turning point came when I went back to work when DD was 13 months old. I became my old self again, came off the pills and loved getting away for a few days and having a break and feeling like "me" again and not just someone's mum.
Anyway we have since had to emigrate 6000 miles away to Asia for DH's job and so now my life has become everything I always dreaded it would...I'm a sahm, and I HATE my life and everything about it. I hate being at home, I hate that I worked so hard for my degree and in my job that I loved to be stuck at home like some fucking 1950s housewife without a brain cell between my ears doing morning but cooking, cleaning, nappies and the rest. DH is away a lot with work as well so it's just me an DD 70% of the time so I never get a break. The tantrums have driven me over the edge along with constantly cleaning and asking her to listen or put her toys away and nothing happening.
Today I hit an all time low...I threw her favourite toy in the store room and told her it had gone in the bin after she threw it (despite being asked I don't even know how many times not to throw toys) and knocked my cuppa everywhere, great another mess to clean up! She was distraught but I genuinely didn't care. Some days like today when I feel the pnd creep up on me again I get so cold towards her and can go for hours without speaking to her apart from when she's getting fed and changed.
She is normally the sweetest, most loving and caring little girl and I do love her deep down but I'm just so worried I'm going to damage her emotionally and she deserves so much more than the mum I am to her.
Despite me once telling her I'd had enough and was going to go away and never come back when her daddy came home from work and find her a new mummy she told me she didn't want a new mummy and it just breaks my heart, sometimes I do wonder if she'd be better off if I just left and DH could find her a new mummy that does truly love her 100% of the time because I know deep down I resent her for ruining my life, even though it was my choice to keep her. I just don't want to hurt her or emotionally scar her but no matter how hard I try I can't stop the dark days creeping up on me when it all gets too much. She deserves a happy, loving childhood and I just worry I can't give that to her and how she deserves better.
Sorry for the rant and the long post.