And just don't know what to do.
My husband walked out in 2014, leaving me with a teenage son (he does have contact and does pay maintenance so not a 'baddy'). However through it all we lost the family home, my son had to move schools and I had to change jobs to earn more to support ourselves.
In the Autumn of 2015 I then met my new partner - I was not actively seeking another relationship so soon, but is someone I have known for 13 yrs and have always been good friends with. He very sadly lost his partner to a sudden heart attack, and we both found ourselves lonely and single, and one thing led to another.
Last summer we decided to move in together - I did have reservations as only felt I was coming to terms with the breakdown of my marriage, and learning to cope as a single parent. However my son hit teenage years with a vengeance and needed support with him. Equally my partner has always been a huge 'rock' for me, and I felt that together we would be stronger.
However a few months on I feel that I have made a huge mistake. I am not sure if I love my partner, however kind and loyal he is. I have lost most of my friends through moving and feel very lonely and depressed. My job is very isolating (I care for an elderly couple in a very rural setting), so have no work colleagues to interact with. I have no family close by but tbh wouldn't call on them for support anyhow.
For some reason I cannot settle at the new house either - possibly as there has been so much upheaval. I have got to the stage where I just stay in, and shut the world out. The family home that we had to sell was my dream home - not in terms of bricks and mortar but I felt at peace there, and part of a community, and still dream about it at night.
However my son is happy - he loves where we are as can get himself back and forth to town, has a good social life, and has a part time job.
My partner is happy too as we have bought his property - it was originally a rental, but we combined forces to buy it, and he has it set up how he wants it.
I feel so ungrateful, but something is missing. I don't know if it is me (premenopausal and prone to depression), or there is something deeper going on.
I cannot put my son through anymore upheaval, and do not want to cause my partner any more heartache, but if I carry on as we are just feel that ultimately everyone will be happy bar me.
I then get angry at myself as think I have the ideal opportunity to 'start again' - after all I have a home for my son and I, and an amazing partner, so what is wrong with me that that is not good enough?
Sorry just rambling really, so feel free to kick me up the arse......