A couple of years ago, the father of my DC walked out on me after 10+ years together - I was devastated to say the least. It took all I had to keep myself from going crazy, looking after my small DC, holding down a job and managing the house alone.
After less than a year he booted me out of the house we'd shared, leaving me to find somewhere decent to live with my DC. It was a nightmare situation, I know some of you ladies having been through this yourselves will know what it feels like: emotional, financial and physical strain.
I lost a stone with the stress of it all, I was skeletal but managed to pull through to rebuild my life - all the while trying to keep my DC out of the path of all the animosity between me and my exDP, a fact of which I'm proud.
Fastforward 2 years down the line.... I've embarked upon a couple of relationships (for want of a better word), hoping they'd lead to something serious/stable, the last of which ended horribly 9 months down the line.
I found myself heartbroken once again, and am just getting over that pain now. I was so hurt and so disappointed the way things ended.
Tonight my DS said "I love you mummy, even if daddy gets another lady, it won't be the same".
I was so taken aback (stupidly, I know), I asked him why he would say that and it turns out they're going away for a week together with the new woman.
It's pathetic of me but I feel wretched, hurt, abandoned, worthless even. My life feels devoid of male attention and I wonder really if there's something wrong with me that whilst he's out there with his new woman, I'm here feeling miserable... alone.
It seems each time I get back on track there's something to push me right back off track - it's exhausting.