I’m not even sure why I’m writing this, but I guess with a lack of real friends mumsnet is the only way to talk things through.
I really don’t enjoy my life. Some days I just want to cry about how far it from my plans and dreams.
I have done the whole married, kids, mortgage thing and I utterly hate it. I dread weekends for their monotony. It’s basicallt wake up. Take kids to clubs - wait for them. Go home put baby down for nap. Cook, clean, feed, clean, bed time routine and repeat.
I’ve given up my hobby as I don’t have time. I haven’t seen my best friend since she was a bridesmaid for me 5 years ago. Im skint because of childcare at £14k a year. Im too tired to do my job properly.
I hate my house because of my neighbours and how far away it is from friends.
We never go on holiday (other than to visit grandparents so the kids get to see them) so it’s the same views every week.
I’m beginning to resent my husband because it was him who wanted kids - I wasn’t sure- had never been around anyone who had kids- so I didn’t know what it meant to have them.
Is this really what life is about?