I can’t shake myself into action. I’m not sleeping very well and had a mild anxiety attack yesterday for first time in a while.
I know things will work out but I miss my children and worry how they are.
They seem happy to see me only once in a blue moon. I’m confused – maybe they don’t value me much. I don’t understand. I know all the reasoning on a rational view and manipulation is key but I can’t help feeling such a failure as a mum. And hearing his voice telling me I’m lazy and pathetic and a disgrace