I have two beautiful amazing kids. All my life they are what I’ve wanted most. I really want to enjoy these years with them while they are young. It’s going by so quickly. I don’t want to spend these years so stressed out that I can’t enjoy them, that I can’t be there for them, that I can’t be a good mom to them. Everything has gotten so messed up. I don’t know how I let it get so out of control. We’d been running everything so close, no wiggle room on the budget, and credit card balances. Never getting ahead, but doing ok. Then I went part time to help DH. The business never did that well, but it provided us with stuff. I got so busy. I lost control of the budget. Expenses went up and I wasn’t paying attention to how much we were spending. I was desperately trying to get DH to pay attention to the things he needed to do to keep the business running. It was so much work! And I had one and then two little ones. Now it’s done. The house has a mortgage we cannot afford. We need to file bankruptcy to get rid of the left over debt from the business. We both have good jobs and make good money but we can’t support ourselves. The housing market is over inflated and we could never make a down payment anyway.
At this point I just want out. I just want to be with my kids and be happy. I just want to sleep at night. I want peace. I don’t care where I live. I hate this. I hate this life. I hate my friends because their lives seem like impossible fairy tales compared to mine and I hate that I feel that way. I know it’s wrong to be so jealous but it just makes me feel worse to be around them.
I don’t know what to do anymore. Just tell me what to do.
I can go full time that’s a good thing. I just need to get my head together. I need to get my career back so I can support my kids. I used to cry when I thought about going full time but now I cry anyway. The thought of being able to support us seems to good to be true. I just have to find good daycare and that’s going to be hard. I have to get my head together so I can concentrate at work and perform and that is hard.
I’m afraid. I’m afraid if I do all the things I need to do and I will still be screwed. Will we have to move to a different neighborhood? Will my kids be happy in a different daycare? Will my son be ok if he has to change schools in the middle of the year? Will my kids be ok living in a run down home?
The budget is so darn tight. There are no luxuries in it. None. I’m afraid. I don’t know how we will do it if we file bankruptcy and we have no credit. What if we can’t, absolutely can’t pay the bills? I have failed my kids. I have failed period. I just want out.
I need help. Just tell me what to do.
I’ve worked so darn hard and for what? For what? Now I have to work even harder for less, much less.
DH is sleeping like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I’m the only one who is carrying this burden and it’s too much. He just doesn’t even want to deal with it. I’m alone in this. I hate that.
I don’t even want to talk to my therapist about all this. Just don’t want to go into the details. She is no help. Talking to her is just another burden I have to bear. The appointment looms ahead of me.
At this point I just want out. I just want to be with my kids and be happy. I just want to sleep at night. I want peace. I don’t care where I live. I hate this. I hate this life. I hate my friends because their lives seem like impossible fairy tales compared to mine and I hate that I feel that way. I know it’s wrong to be so jealous but it just makes me feel worse to be around them.
I don’t know what to do anymore. Just tell me what to do.
I can go full time that’s a good thing. I just need to get my head together. I need to get my career back so I can support my kids. I used to cry when I thought about going full time but now I cry anyway. The thought of being able to support us seems to good to be true. I just have to find good daycare and that’s going to be hard. I have to get my head together so I can concentrate at work and perform and that is hard.
I’m afraid. I’m afraid if I do all the things I need to do and I will still be screwed. Will we have to move to a different neighborhood? Will my kids be happy in a different daycare? Will my son be ok if he has to change schools in the middle of the year? Will my kids be ok living in a run down home?
The budget is so darn tight. There are no luxuries in it. None. I’m afraid. I don’t know how we will do it if we file bankruptcy and we have no credit. What if we can’t, absolutely can’t pay the bills? I have failed my kids. I have failed period. I just want out.
I need help. Just tell me what to do.
I’ve worked so darn hard and for what? For what? Now I have to work even harder for less, much less.
DH is sleeping like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I’m the only one who is carrying this burden and it’s too much. He just doesn’t even want to deal with it. I’m alone in this. I hate that.
I don’t even want to talk to my therapist about all this. Just don’t want to go into the details. She is no help. Talking to her is just another burden I have to bear. The appointment looms ahead of me.
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