Hi, sorry for long post but need advice.
I moved from the suburbs 16 years ago to a rural village. I have 3 DC's and they are all at secondary school. I was always a very cheerful person, would help out anyone who needed a hand and generally my glass was always half full. We moved due to my DH work and I knew even with moving away I would always stay in touch with friends and family. My family especially my DM didn't take it very well with us moving as she loved to spend time with the DC's. I always made sure I would visit regularly which I have.
The thing is over the years I have become so lonely and isolated. I never let on to anyone how unhappy I am living here. I have a lovely, happy home and try so hard not to let how i feel upset our home life. My DD was bullied at primary school when we first moved here and I moved her to another small village school as it was getting physical. She thrived at the new school and her confidence grow. I on the other hand had to put up with the gossip and it got out of hand with some of the mothers. They never knew me or my DD but because the bully was a child of their friend the talk turn nasty. It was just so cruel. Gossip out here can spread. Everyone seems to know one another so for me I started to get anxiety from it all. I know I since have found it hard to trust anyone. It has never affected my DC's. They have friends but for me I find I am not the person I used to be. I have made friends through my DC's but I do find in a group setting I am left out alot of the time. Not included in meals or nights out. I never say anything but my confidence is very low and I feel down about it when i am on my own. I feel silly at my age so try and shrug it off. I have always been helpful with childcare, try to be cheerful when we do catch up. Normally dog walking but I am finding I am caving a genuine friendship. They tend to occasionally bitch about one another so in a way I should be thankful I am not that involved. They can be sneaky about things which I hate. I am actually missing my old life and my old neighbourhood after all these years. I suppose I am looking back with Rose tinted glasses. I moved from a friendly London Suburb to a affluent tiny village and I realise I hate it. People are just so different. I won't move now until the DC's are grown up. They are happy. My DH is happy but I have started to resent him as nothing as ever affected him. I think he is a happy soul and if I left he generally wouldn't care. That is how I feel.
I went back to work when my youngest started school as I worked in between the school hours. I am a carer and it worked out well but recently since May of this year I am now my MIL carer. She has all sorts of problems and dementia plus lives with us. I gave up my job to do this. I am happy to look after her as she is a lovely woman but lately I feel I cannot do anything spontaneous and feel taken for granted. My FIL died many years ago so when we relocated she moved with us. My SIL and BIL do nothing at all to help. They live in Scotland so aren't close so it is all on us. Not even a phone call. I sometimes feel I should just run away but then this would effect the DC's and deep down I don't want to.
We haven't any family to help. I have family but they don't bother really and my DM can sometimes cause problems as she gets resentful with my MIL.
Not really sure what I want from this post. Just good I can vent it. I don't want any nastiness. Just a tired, 50 year old who needs a bit of TLC.
I know things will get better with how I am feeling, just need to get the old me back. I am also going through the memopause so I am sure HRT will help.
Thanks for anyone who got this far reading my post and sorry if I am rambling. X