I've been having a lot of horrid fertility problems the past few years and have lost a few pregnancies. I'm probably depressed if Im honest but am trying my hardest to keep it in for the sake of our family.
My step children live with us just over 50% of the time and I am really struggling.
I end up playing a parental role a lot of the time. I don't mean that offensively but it's just the role that's happened over the many years we've been together and considering the level of time they live with us and juggling things with DH like school, care etc... when they are at our house.
I am really really struggling. In fact I feel like I'm drowning. I love the kids individually and this is nothing to do with them personally but I'm starting to resent playing this parental role to children that aren't mine when I keep losing my babies. I feel awful. There's been days where I've come home from hospital having just learnt our baby has died to my SC just being normal and happy and loud and messy and I just have to get on with it.
Every time I see DH with them it cuts me and I feel a lump in my throat. I feel like I'm so deeply imbedded into this family life now that I can't just make my excuses and make other plans anymore etc...
I do school runs, cook their meals, make their lunches, look after them when DH is working, put them to bed some nights (I don't work as much as DH so I'm just here more often) and all I can think about is how I may never be doing this for someone who'll call me mummy. Whenever they go off with their mum and dad to parents evenings, school plays, birthday parties or whatever I just feel so pathetic. I'm just a spare part in this whole thing really despite how much I do.
I'm so desperately sad but I can't let it out. I can't just stop doing these things but my SC are the starkest reminder of the difference in mine and DHs situations. I can't bare to listen to him tell me how they are the best thing in his life, how he loves them more than anything, how them being born were the best days of his life. And it's not at all because I'm jealous that I'm not those things to him, it's because I'm jealous that he's experienced that and I may never.
I feel like running away whenever they are here now and I feel terrible for it. They rely on me for so much, some days I'd go so far as to say they are closer to me than they are to DH but it takes all my internal strength now not to pull away and withdraw.
These poor children have done nothing wrong and I can't bare to be around them sometimes because I just want one of my own to love the way they are loved.
I don't know what to do.