I've just emerged from the trenches of parenting young children as my youngest child has now gone off to school. We've had one child have lots of illnesses which has required endless tests etc and the other one has had allergies and been an extremely challenging baby.
I've breastfed them, juggled work and kept the family home going throughout whilst trying to keep my marriage afloat when DH has been awkward.
Now I'm out of it all and I have a bit of time before I begin working Full Time again in January, I'm reflecting on these last 5 years.
The times that DH left me high and dry at night when I was sleep deprived, exhausted and needed his help, when he went out drinking when the kids were babies and he came home wasted and useless ay night and the following day. When I was 7 months pregnant and poorly with an infection, a stomach bug and a resulting pulled muscle in my stomach from vomiting and he still went to the pub when I pleaded with him to stay with me.
The time he went cycling on my birthday leaving me at home for 10 hours with a 2 year old and a newborn because "it's not like we can celebrate much anyway."
The criticisms from his family in the early days and his failure to stick up for me. Lots more. We've had a lot of talks around everything over the last few years and I thought I'd got past most of it, but it's reared it's head because it's all clear now.
Things aren't great at the moment as I'm angry with him for not following through on a couple of agreements we'd made, but mostly I'm sad for the past.
Those baby years didn't last long and I was so sad, so alone, so tired. But it could have been kinder, nicer and easier if he had been on my team. More than being sad that they're over- I'm sad with him, that he didn't step up and wasn't the man I thought he was.
I'm working through all the feelings in counselling and actually considering ending my marriage. I don't know why I'm posting really, other than, I want to express how I'm feeling somewhere safe.