Just that really!
I have a 4 year old little boy, who is my absolute world and I love him more than anything, but I feel like he knows how and what buttons to press to bring out the worst in me.
For context I was raised in a very violent home with lots of aggression and shouting etc so I always swore that I would never inflict this onto my own children.
My husband and I have continued to work throughout the whole of the pandemic - both classed as key workers. And I know everyone is feeling abit down lately but I feel like I have a lot of undisclosed problems. To the outside world we are the perfect family, but there’s that saying you don’t know what goes on behind closed doors.
I make that sound really awful but I feel like it is. I don’t want my child to grow up and feel the way I did and have the issues that I now have.
So today for example, we had normal Saturday doing what we normally do, our Saturdays always start off with my son coming into my bed for cuddles, I don’t sleep well but I always lay awake waiting for him to come in because I know he loves it as much as I do. We get lunch, go outside, do all our jobs etc. Then his father goes to work for a few hours, he’s in a great mood, we watch abit of tv and play, I make his favourite tea, all was set for a lovely chill evening. Then his father comes home, gets him very excited/hyper then immediately wants him to come down once he’s had enough! Nothing boils my piss as much, he does this all the time and then I’m left to be the baddie and calm him down.
So I sitting on the sofa, our son is messing around with his dad, I almost get scalding hot tea poured over me. There’s a lot of loud talking/shouting - out of excitement going on. I have awful migraines and asked husband and son to try keep it down. Everything escalates, I grab son and shout at him, quite aggressively. The look on his face will haunt me for a very long time. I’ve never grabbed him ever like that before, I just feel so broken now. I immediately apologised and he was ok after a couple of minutes but I have this fear that I could be really impacting on his mental health.
Husband then starts to answer me back in front of our son, I tell him to F off, he’s really grinding on me at the moment, he’s so whiny and all about himself, I don’t feel appreciated one bit and I do everything! I’m just burnt out and it’s really impacting my mental health. So I’ve been in bed from 7:30 and I’m just laying here thinking that I really don’t deserve my perfect little boy and how much I hate myself.
Of course once I went to bed husband tries to get our son to bed, because god forbid he would actually have to sit and chat with or play with our son. He thinks if he does a few hours childcare that once he comes home as long as he’s in the same room or he’s pottering around the house that he doesn’t need to interact with him.
Once we had our words and I went to bed I actually heard my son say he was turning the TV off because he wanted some peace and quiet, this really broke me😞. I don’t know where to turn anymore, I feel like I have a lot of undisclosed issues with my own mental health. I love my son so so dearly, there are nights where I just lay beside him in his room just so I know he’s safe, I am so scared of loosing him. But then there are times where he really really tries my patience but it’s only ever when his father is around and he never sees any wrong in his behaviour.
I couldn’t ask for a better little boy, he slept really well from around 12 weeks and has been a really easy child, only ever wakes of there is something wrong, he potty trained himself more or less. But I often just sit and think that I don’t deserve him and that I shouldn’t be here because he doesn’t deserve to see this or have this shouting inflicted on him.
I’m not normally a shout/loud person, but I’ve come to the realisation that lately I am. Swearing wouldn’t be common place in our home but I am just so burnt out and fed up it was tonight and I am so disgusted in myself.
I am no contact with my own family due to my upbringing, husbands family are ok but in small doses and I have a few close friends but they aren’t parents, so they wouldn’t understand. I just don’t feel like I have anyone and it’s so tough. I just want to be the lovely, kind mother that my little boy deserves but at the minute I don’t feel I am. I’m feeling like I don’t want to wake up in the morning, that’s how bad it is. Because although his father doesn’t have much control, at least he wouldn’t have me there shouting!
I don’t know what I really want from this but if you made it this far, thank you for reading!