My daughter is 17 and hoping to go to uni soon. I'm excited for her. It's just been us during this lock down and I'm enjoying our time together. Her dad took his life when she was 2. We lost our home and had to live in a homeless hostel for 14 months. I did not cope very well. I didn't have much help but it's no excuse. When she was 3 I had to return a fan that had stopped working. I was carrying things and asked my daughter to walk next to me. She was being difficult demanding to hold my hand. I already wasnt copong. I lost it and swing the fan at her knocking her flying. I immediately went to my health visitor and confessed what is done. She was a great support to me for a good while. I keep thinking I don't deserve my amazing daughter, even though this happened 14 years ago. I wish we could have her childhood again and I wouldn't be such a crap mum. We've had good times since and I feel like we are close but I wish I'd been so different.