Since I split with my abusive ex-H in 2014 I've bumped from one disaster to another. Two consequent relationships with men who just didn't work with what I wanted from life, I did a masters to change my career from social work, moved house, changed my drinking habits etc. But I'm stuck - I'm back in social work because shift work in a hospital just didn't fit as a single mum of 3 DC's, I'm still in private rented because I couldn't get a permanent contract for a mortgage, my divorce settlement has whittled to 5k from 15k and even though I've stopped drinking alcohol my clinical depression is lingering.
I've fought and fought to make necessary changes. I was removed from the marital home with a broken cheekbone, a head injury and a bite taken out of my shoulder and facing a court case of a rape from when I was 11. Whilst I'm no longer a broken gibbering wreck, I'm not living the life I wanted. ExH still has the 4 bed, detached gorgeous family home, he has the DC's on a Sat and Sun night but I never wanted to be a part time mother and I certainly didn't want to be facing 40 feeling lost and unable to form meaningful relationships. But that is my life, no matter how hard I try to change. I'm sad about parenting, finances, my career and my home. How can I come to terms with it? I'm so ungrateful as I have a job, a home, health and family. But I have a knawing sense of dissatisfaction and I'm constantly trying to work out how to make myself feel comfortable in the world and my life but none of my solutions work. Any advice about acceptance?