Separated from H and moved out of the family home one week ago. I’m a frequent poster and struggling so much. Recently I’ve been crying my eyes out when I drop my son off at the family home after seeing him. I dropped him off after a lovely day with him yesterday but I’m ashamed to say that I started crying when in McDonald’s with my teen - I told him that Mammy was a bit sad but I had had a lovely day with him.
Dropped him off with H and I’m so embarrassed to say that I had a breakdown in the living room and bawled my eyes out. DS had gone upstairs by then but I feel like I’m being ripped in half 😔
At that moment I would have given anything for things to be the way they used to be with us all watching a film together, eating dinner and chatting about our day.
To go back to an empty house pretty much killed me. H was even worried that I might do something silly.
The loss of the family unit feels horrifying and I now feel a sense of horror at what I have done.
DS hasn’t stayed overnight yet with me as he will need time to adjust. It feels like I’ve lost him and I feel such an intense grief that I can barely breathe. Youngest was at a sleepover but youngest has been staying over with me thankfully.
Sorry for the ramblings.