For some reason I've gone on a real downer this afternoon. Hate me, hate the way I look. I don't even get time to put make up on before work in a morning now. Just barely enough time to scrape my hair back into a pony tail. Yet when I started this job 5 years ago I wouldn't dream of leaving the house without make up on. I don't feel I have a life I just exist. I love ds,dd and dh to death. Dh isn't very loving never tells me he loves me or gives me a cuddle. I'd better not go on as I'm at work and filling up as I'm typing this. I've got that horrid lump in your throat feeling, you know the one.