Don't know where else to post but I had to vent.
Dear DH,
Today has been bad.
I lack in motivation.
My back hurts and I am too fucking fat and lazy.
Most of the things I attempt to do with the children are forced because I feel guilty.
Anything I attempt to do with DS1 ends up with DS2 ruining it or DS1 creating some kind of drama regarding DS2. SO I try to squeeze one on one time for DS1 into the hour that DS2 has a nap for but often he has got so used to playing on his tablet or watching TV that I have to prise him off them and almost force him to hang out with me because I'm a fucking loser. I can't cope.
I'm exhausted literally from the moment I wake up until I collapse into bed at night. I dread getting up in the mornings knowing you'll be at work and I am stuck here.
I feel constantly torn between them. I don't know who the hell I am anymore. I don't even think I want to be anything because I don't have the energy to do anything for myself or actually change the situation.
My heart pounds trying to get everything done in the small window of time I have before DS2 starts whinging or DS1 needs something. I am always trying to be good enough. Trying to be a good mum but in reality I know I am drowning.
I feel like I am a walking time bomb. I lose my cool so easily and whilst I've never hit our children, I am horribly irritated by them for a large proportion of the day. You must know this. They must know this.
I am a failure. I fucked up. I can't be who you want and need me to be.
Tonight I had to leave the living room and go upstairs other wise I knew I'd argue with you over God knows what. You just piss me off sometimes. The way you drink by putting loads in your mouth at once and then swallowing it bit by bit actually drives me demented. Everything annoys me and it's not even your fault.
I have no idea if things will ever get better. I know there are so many people out there with huge problems and horrible rifts in their marriage and that's not us. I know that. I know I should feel happy to be a stay at home mum and have 2 beautiful boys. But there are sometimes when this only adds to the guilt of over everything that it should be and everything that it's not.
So there it is. My life. Our life.
Love Scunny.