My mum died earlier this year. She was in her early eighties. Life with her had become difficult. I never stopped. I would go and pick her up after work, bring her to our house to eat with us, then me or DH would take her back. Holidays were difficult as she had to go in a nursing home.
No one seems remotely bothered, I'm broken hearted. DH is so so cold. I would never have called him a cold man but he has become cold. He thinks it is for the best, we are 'free' (his words) as we were under so much pressure (my dad died 7 years ago and we were caring for him before, as soon as he got ill my mum got frail.) I just can't talk to him, he impatiently brushes me off. I'm lonely. He has always got up early but now it's 5am stomping around, DD keeps complaining about him coming in her room and trying to wake her up. I stay up late after he's gone to bed at 8 or 9 o clock and I know I'm drinking too much.
I'm so worried about my children. DS is 16 and at sixth form college. He's putting no work in, we keep getting told about him skipping lessons and not handing in assignments. I'm sure he is on drugs. DD is 14, and she worries me so. Neither of the children seem remotely upset they have lost their Nannie and she spent so much time with them when they were little I can't understand this. I keep having awful fights with DD and she absolutely hates me. It sounds awful but a lot of the time I don't like her much either. Her GCSEs are next year but she just spends all her time on Snapchat and Instagram or exercising (her brother has got her into various sports) or reading. She always seems to be falling out with her friends.
I just feel so alone in my own marriage and family and I could only have talked to my mum and shes gone.