I'm now at a stage in my life were I genuinely don't know why I am on this planet. Bullet-points:
- I'm turning 50 in November
- my children are all pretty independent [one going to college, others school-age and surfing the internet all day long]
- no-one listens to me when I ask eg the kids to come off their f'g computers - takes half a day of nagging to get them to do as I ask
- I have no job
- I can't get a job as I've been a f-t Mum for so long, there's a recession on and always more people ahead of me in the job queue
- a mysterious set of circumstances:
: posted a 'starting a dog-walking business' post on fb, right after posting a 'this is what my own dog looks like after being rescued from a drain' photo
: sent out a newsletter from my typography business with my best idea yet and my ex-director will have seen it [don't even ask how that happened] when she really shouldn't, thus compromising the business
- my typography business is in real ££ trouble that there is no way out of
- my husband is in a new job after 18 months out of work, [driving me nuts at home and getting my/our business into its current ££ mess in the process]
- he is working from home much of the time, meaning I can't do noisy housework, he's watching over my shoulder every time I email or design something so I can't get on with trying to get our business to work
- no-one eats what I cook; or wants what's in the fridge / larder
- I can't actually do anything right and get criticised for anything I try to do to save the family money - always goes wrong somehow anyway.
- I am now effectively phone-less as I tried to transfer my contract, got screwed and am now having to wait for the phone companies to sort out the mess I made
- been trying to learn guitar but can't as I'm not very talented that way and am always being told not to practise cos DH needs quiet to work; children need attention / taxi
- we are selling our flat but even that has been screwed up and we won't see any money until at least October, by which time we will have run out of ££
What IS the point of ME and my life? I feel as if I don't contribute to the family any more, I am not actually achieving anything and the next 20-odd years just seem such a mess of debt criticism and tension. At least DH is working but is on almost 50% of his previous job's salary
I just want to sit down, say nothing [in case I say the wrong thing] and do nothing [in case I get it wrong again]. I'm too scared to move right now and don't support DH the way I should as he's the worst for criticising whatever I do. and I'm finding it hard to love him any more
What next?