Basically that.
I'm just needed for what I do for everyone and nothing else. It's not the kids' fault, theirs is learnt behaviour. Mum bashing, whether it's in jest or anger, is a daily occurrence. My reactions only seem to make things worse. It's awful and I can't win. I'll always be in the wrong. The one who was always there for them, is the one who they now reject. Is there a point when we actually break? A point of no return. I'm so angry because life is so short and so precious and mine is wasted being unhappy and bitter. Soon enough I'll be too old to change it, the kids will have flown the nest.....and what will I have left? Nothing