I’m married with a toddler. My mother is terminally ill but can be quiet difficult to deal with. I work full time. My life is one endless round of jobs and stress. I wake up, get up, get ready, get my toddler ready, drop him off, go to work, bolt some food at lunch and try to get jobs done. Remind my husband to collect our son, come home, deal with feeding and entertaining him, do bedtime and fall asleep.
When we found out that my mother was ill, we moved to be close to her. Our plan has always been to stay here until after she is gone but my husband is constantly hounding me to look at houses and move to be close to his family. My mother has at least a year left (hopefully), but it’s relentless. I cannot discuss my stress with him because he immediately gets moody and accuses me of being moody and bringing him down. He is also of no practical support with our child. He talks about doing bedtime but can’t even look after him for long enough for me to go to the toilet.
My mother is dying but apart from that, keeps all information about her diagnosis, treatment, medical appointments, etc. secret. She’s incredibly frail now. I cook and clean for her. She’s systematically pushing people away, so it’s hard to see.
My son is a healthy toddler but he’s boisterous and has started shouting a lot.
My job is ok. It’s high pressure but the people are nice.
I don’t see or speak to friends. I don’t have time. Every single second of my time is accounted for.
I used to cry and lie awake. Now, I have just completely disengaged emotionally. Physically, I’m there but emotionally I’m not. Yesterday, my husband watched hours of news. I tried to feed my toddler but he kept throwing food on the floor. I cleaned up, then did some jobs. My husband finally appeared to take him out of the high chair. He had been in there for about an hour and was crying (really crying), but I hadn’t noticed. I took him to bed and I didn’t speak to him. Same this morning. Again, he was actually I’ll but I didn’t notice. I feel like I’m just broken now. I really don’t care if my son is happy or unhappy, laughing or crying. I feel nothing. I don’t care if my husband ever speaks to me again. I don’t care if my mother is dead or alive. I’ve been feeling like this for a while and I know it’s not normal. I feel like I am a monster and a bad mother (objectively), but I can’t muster the energy to care.
Any advice?