“My nursing supervisor is in her late 50s. She told nurse mom of a 6 week old who just came back that she is not to come back until the baby is 16 weeks and that she will still get her salary. Supervisor won't get a penny more but will work double. Tears.”
“I’m sick of my kid.”
“my three yr old is watching his remote learning videos at 8:30pm while eating doritos while I sit next to him and do my remote working....whatever. Routine is dead.”
“This quarantine is making me realize how little value anything I do outside my home has. I feel so forgotten and unappreciated. Thinking of quitting my entire career when this is over.”
I think I'd drop dead of shock if I ever heard a now-adult child admit "Honestly, there was nothing wrong with my step parent - I was just a rotten shit to them because I was a selfish brat who couldn't stand sharing my parent's love and attention w/them"
I hate my life. Everytime my 2 year old nurses I'm immediately filled with boiling rage. I have lost the energy to deal with either of my children with any kind of patience and I hate myself for it. I'm lost. I'm struggling. I don't know what to do.
Thursday was my birthday. I'm married, but I wasn't even able to get laid on my birthday locked in at home with SO and nothing else to do. Excuse me while I sweep up the pieces that used to be my self-esteem.
h needs to wise up and realize what he has. He is obsessed with whining and complaining, and it’s not just at home. His coworkers even mention how whiny he is. The man has no gratitude for the good in his life.
My baby (6 mos. old soon) fell off the bed today. He seems to be ok, but I’m not. It all happened so fast, I feel like a horrible mother. It was entirely my fault. My amazing husband is trying to help me get through this, the scariest moment of my life.
I have severe anxiety/depression made exponentially worse by the pandemic. Just want to sleep all the time, just to get away from it all. Feel horribly guilty for not spending more time with DS5 and DH, but when I'm awake all I do is panic. Want to die.
I feel rage-like jealousy for those who live in states where weed is legal. I'm unlucky enough to live in one where it's NOT. If our entire country is in lockdown, cannabis should be made legal EVERYWHERE to get us all through this.
What was I thinking, going back? As if my life would be anything but the loveless hell it is, with this narcissist? 26 years ago, I had a chance for real love with someone I adored since I was 14. Then, I ran. Regretted blowing that chance, ever since.
Debating between just falling back into disordered eating tendencies to feel like I exist, or committing suicide. I’m mad that I feel to stupid and worthless to actually be able to kill myself, and that therefore any feelings I have are worthless/invalid.
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