Trapped in a constant circle of guilt. I love my kids, just hate being a mum. Hate being a wife, hate working for no return, hate being me. That's it, I'm just done with it all. Told the oh how I'm feeling and he had no words of comfort. Just a shrug and a sad face. I want someone to look after me for a little bit, do the laundry. Pay my bills. Just once. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. Other people cope fine, it's called being an adult so why do I find it so bloody hard?