Just so so sad.
I have 2 teenagers and an older kid (32). 2 different dads.
Middle kid (19) home from uni for a week. Not seem them since I picked them up. 8 hours round trip drive for me.
Youngest (17) utterly fucking vile.
Eldest living their best life, no kids. Second home in the sun. Couple of houses. Doing amazing. Financially secure. Left uni no debt as I paid for it.
I'm a single mother and have done without so they have a good life, own cars, holidays etc.
Struggle every day for money.
I'm no walkover, they've been expected to help around the house since they were little. Taking it in turns to cook dinner etc.
What have I got to show for it? 3 kids I'm incredibly proud of.
But that's it. When youngest leaves, I'm selling up and going to live my best life. I'll be early 60's and feel I've just been a slave to a bunch of ungrateful brats for over 30 years.
What was the point of it all?