Hi all, this is my first post so please be kind. I don't feel comfortable talking to anyone in person so I thought I would start here.
Basically, I feel exhausted! Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too.
I have two children (14 and 9), a partner and a full time job. I used to be a fantastic mum, taking them places after school and on a weekend, making time for homework projects, etc. I loved spending time with my kids and being a mother. Nothing beat it. My partner is my children's dad. He's not much of a hands on dad and emotionally, he's never been much support (he's quite a selfish person who thinks of nobody but himself) but he works full time too and is a good help around the house.
Anyway, these last few months have felt like a constant struggle in every way. Every day is exhausting and I'm constantly tired and dreading the next day because of how drained I feel. I work 35 hours a week, plus overtime, so that my kids have nice things and so that we can enjoy family holidays. Financially, things are fine and money is problem the only thing I don't worry about. I consider myself lucky in this respect.
I don't know if my tiredness is physical or mental. I'm at the point of feeling so exhausted in myself that I'm constantly irritable, my kids call me miserable and I get so stressed with them and everyday simple stuff, like having to make meals. I no longer enjoy being around them or doing anything with them. Parenting is a chore. I could cry when they bring in homework now because if I don't do it with them, their dad won't (he had no interest in anything they do) and they just constantly whinge about it and I'm the bad one for nagging them to do it. I don't even enjoy doing stuff for myself, not that I have much time for it. I dread bedtime as my 9 year old is so demanding, I never get a minute to sit down or watch TV or even have my own meals in peace. You can guarantee if I try for an early night, the kid's will start fighting or the oldest will wind the other one up, causing a massive meltdown. I'm convinced now they do it on purpose to upset me. Me and my partner work opposite shifts, so I'm always left to do it on my own. The thought of the night time routine ruins my whole day from the second I wake up because I know I just haven't got the energy for it.
Last month I took my kids abroad. I worked hard to make sure they had the best of the best whilst we were away and they were so ungrateful they had me in tears. Nothing was ever good enough for them. I've vowed never to take them again. I'm the one who pays for their holidays, buys them treats and nice things, gives them money to go places, plays taxi, cooked healthy meals, etc. Their dad does nothing with them and yet in their eyes, he's an absolute hero. They all comment on how grumpy and 'nagging' I am then sit and laugh at me. He's a useless dad, he does nothing and he's better thought of. I work myself into the ground for my kids, bend over backwards and I feel as though I'm looked at as a piece of shit.
My partner is oblivious to how I feel. I was sat sobbing to myself when he came in from work the other night, I was just feeling so overwhelmed . He didn't once ask what was wrong. The only thing he's bothered about is what benefits him. He's constantly pestering me for sex and thinks he's so hard done by because I just can't be bothered. I can think of nothing worse. I can barely get out of bed and get through the day, never mind have wild nights of passion. I put a duvet cover on my bed the other day, it took 2 minutes and I needed a sit down afterwards, it seemed to take everything I had. I'm like this all day, even at work. It takes me ages to get stuff done nowadays. The slightest bit exertion and I'm nackered.
I injured my back a few months ago when I slipped down the garden steps. I broke my coccyx and was in horrible pain
for about 12 weeks but I still went to work as I didn't want to let them down. At home, I got no help, just laughed at for being 'soft' and got told I was 'stringing it out'. I had no time to rest. Yet everyone had sympathy for my partner when he broke his toe. I know this is petty but it just proved that literally nobody gives a shit about how I feel. I often wonder if I dropped down dead tomorrow, would anyone even notice? I think the kids would when they finally realised they hadn't had any treats or a decent meal cooked or they couldn't get a lift anywhere. But that's probably all they would miss. I sound so self pitying I know, but I'm trying to be truthful with my feelings.
My mum watches my kids for me on a Saturday and during school holidays of I'm working. I'd be lost without her in this respect. She makes our tea once a week and I look forward to this so much because it's one less thing for me to do and it makes my life so much easier. Last week she bought me a can of coke to go with my tea and I burst into tears because she actually thought of me. It's been ages since anyone has bought me a little something. It sounds so stupid but I've never appreciated a can of pop so much in my life. It was the gesture that was appreciated more than anything else. My partner will go to the shop and come back with goodies for himself but never anything for me or the kids.
I feel like the old me is gone and I've been replaced by someone who finds life a chore, who is never happy anymore and who find just getting out of bed on a morning a massive effort.
I hope I don't come across as whining and ungrateful, I don't mean to. I'm of the mind now thst if I tell someone how I feel, they won't really care anyway. I guess I'm just wanting reassurance that I'm not doing anything wrong, that I'm not a bad person or a crap mother and that I won't feel like this forever.