Things have been bad for a while. I don't even know where to start without outing myself.
I have run out of people to talk to as I can tell they all think I should pull my socks up and get on with it.
I quit a 6 figure job a couple of years ago and have not really worked since. It's so complicated. DP was made redundant from a high paying job and is now a consultant. He hates it but does not want to go back to the daily grind.
But he expects me to. If I don't I know he will push for us to split.
He is total Disney dad and I am painted as the bad parent. It's getting me down so much I don't know what to do.
It's like nothing I do is good enough, so I hide away. Hence sitting in Starbucks so I don't have to go home and face the disapproval.
The worst thing is that it's affecting my DD (6) who now calls me stupid mummy. I am so crushed. How did it come to this?
I can't leave and he knows it. He is from a very wealthy family and would win in a custody battle. And the worst thing is that if asked DD would say she wanted to live with daddy. Because he does all the fun stuff and I do all the boring shit. You know, like cleaning the loos and tidying up their shit.
I went on strike for a bit a while ago and cracked because the house looked like a hurricane had hit it. So ground down. I don't think there is any way to rescue this.
10 years ago I'd be leave the fucking bastard. Not so simple now. I miss the brave 30 year old me. The 40 odd year old me is a shell of my former self.
And hiding in Starbucks.