I don't know what to do - I am very confused and down. So far this year:
My Mum got sick and admitted to hospital
We have been trying to move (rented) house since last year, but seem to consistently find that having a child is a deal-breaker
My Mum died
My wedding got cancelled - the wedding money was used to pay for her funeral
Two stones fell out of my engagement ring
I am waiting gallbladder surgery (been waiting for three years)
We have £6,500 worth of debt, largely racked up whilst caring for my Mum
I have to go back to work after a year of maternity leave and am dreading it. I work with some wonderful people that I truly love, but it has also been the source of some immense stress in the past. I have been pushed to the brink of a nervous breakdown and ended up on ADs owing to - I wouldn't say bullying - but excessive micromanagement where, for example, every loo break was questioned as possible time-wasting.
My Dad is not coping well with my Mother's death and when I go back to work, I will not be able to give him the time and support I am giving him now. I worry how this will impact on him.
I am massively overweight. I have gone from a trim size 12 to a flabby, pale, unattractive size 18. I know this will get commented on at work. My DP hasn't come near me in months. We have often fought in the past about my weight (apparently a 12 is fat). I feel disgusting and he doesn't see why his behaviour has an impact on this. I cannot and do not want a sexless relationship. But whilst he continues to keep me at arm's length, it's hard to see the point in making any effort with my appearance. I cannot remember the last time I actually shaved my legs. I also worry that if I lose weight, make an effort etc...and he then shows an interest in me, what that says about his view of the relationship. I just feel angry with him all the time. I have started to push him away on purpose, because if I am the one doing the rejecting, then I cannot be the reject.
I am so low, I feel like I eat to punish myself. And to punish DP for caring too much what I look like. I am sad, hollow, a shadow of the person I used to be. I wish I could sleep all the time.
The only joy in my life is my 11 month old DS, who gives me a reason to get up in the mornings.
How do I move forward?