Just need a shoulder to cry on…I feel like I’m hanging by a thread. I’m just “done”. My marriage is falling apart, my husband is going through anxiety and depression issues and is stressing me and the kids out constantly, he does absolutely nothing around the house, with the kids, or anything. Last year we moved in to a large house and all of the responsibility of maintaining and running the house falls on me, I am also the primary breadwinner so I also have the pressure to pay the mortgage. I also pay for both of our cars, and for everything for the kids. I work full time (60+ hrs/week) in a very busy and demanding senior management job which I absolutely hate, plus we’ve downsized 50% in the last 5 years and I’m doing the work that 3 people used to do, and one of my most important staff has gone on medical leave and I can’t get approval to replace her so I’m doing her job too.I’m trying to shuttle the kids to daycare, get to work on time, pick them up from daycare/school, get all of their (and my) laundry done, I’m trying to organize birthdays, Easter, keeping the house clean, homework, dishes washed and put away, getting the garbage out, groceries, cooking meals, making lunches, changing the sheets, finding the winter/summer clothes, taking kids to the doctor, yard work, planning summer camps, sick days and PD days, tidying up toys, toilet training my 2 year old, having electrical work done, fixing the fridge, clearing newspapers from the front step, finding a bike for the kids, repairing ripped snow pants, etc. etc. etc. while my husband mopes around talking about how awful his life is, but doing SQUAT about it.
I never have time to myself as every time I try to even go to the grocery store, my husband drills me on how long I’ll be, when will I be back etc, he calls me every 20 minutes asking when I’ll be back (he is terrified of being on his own with the kids for some reason) and ends up either yelling at the kids the whole time so I come home to them in tears, or he neglects them and takes a nap and I end up coming home to one of them hurt. Occasionally he’ll bribe them with candy and I’ll come home to them having eaten HUGE amounts of candy, chips, etc. – whatever he can find, and/or he’ll be watching a violent movie and he’s letting the kids (2 and 5) watch it. He sits on his *ss and does nothing most of the time, and when he does manage to help put the kids pajamas on, he acts like he has cured cancer and keeps asking me to thank him.
My house is a total disaster, (like literally, the wind keeps blowing garbage on our front lawn and it will sit there for weeks and we live in a very affluent neighbourhood, so it is embarrassing). Our Xmas decorations are still up, we have lived in the house for nearly a year and we don’t have a single picture on the wall or proper furniture for the rooms. The paint is chipped on some of the walls, the basement is leaking, the fireplace needs replacing, the fridge and washing machine need repairs, we’ve had to put a fence up, and none of this will get done unless I do it. I’ve finally hired someone to put some patio stones out the back door so we can use the back yard. I even had to hire someone to help me put together a used Step 2 climber I got for the boys as my husband refused to help. I had to organize the garage by myself so I could fit a car in.
I have no family or friends nearby that can help out, and I’ve outsourced everything I can, (snow removal, lawn cutting, cleaning lady, etc.) and I’ve resorted to using a grocery delivery service and feeding the kids takeout out more than I want to. I’ve even hired a lady to come in on Saturdays to do the kids laundry. But I’m just at my wits end. I just am so totally burnt out, but I don’t know what to give up on. The thought of trying to find a new job (that is less stressful) is so overwhelming I just can’t even bring myself to send my resume out. I think I want to leave my husband, but the thought of being a single mom is also overwhelming (though probably not much different than how things are now). I am terrified of how that will impact my kids and I feel so guilty that I haven’t been able to save my marriage to give them an in-tact family, (I come from a broken home and wanted more than anything for that not to happen to my kids). And I feel like a horrible mom, my kids don’t listen to me, I’m so impatient with them lately.
My job is suffering – I’m so burnt out, and I feel like I walk around in a fog, but my boss has no patience for anything but perfection, she has no concept of (or interest in hearing about) how much work is on my plate and has told me I’d better pick things up. I took 3 sick days all of last year (for bronchitis and strep throat) and she told me that was excessive and that my job was in jeopardy. The problem is that I’m really well paid for this area and would have to get in to a 2-hour commute to the city to make this kind of pay elsewhere, (which would make it impossible to have two young kids in school). I’ve tried looking for a nanny but cannot find one that drives (to get the kids from school). But I feel so trapped because I have this huge mortgage so I can't just change jobs without making sure I earn enough money.
And I know it sounds bad, but all of my friends from high school have husbands who earn good money, and they are all stay at home moms, and I feel so jealous that I'm trapped in this horrible job. I dream of staying home with my kids sometimes. (My husband's income alone would put us below the poverty line so staying home is not an option).
I know it probably sounds silly, but I turned 40 not too long ago and I am really hurt that my husband literally didn’t do anything – didn’t even get me a cake to sing happy birthday with my kids (after I made him a home-made birthday cake, took him out for dinner and surprised him and sent him on a $1000 “trip of a lifetime” with his family/friends), and my mom didn’t even acknowledge my 40th either – she didn’t even phone me on my birthday. For some reason, that still really hurts.
I just feel so alone. I'm at the point where I cry almost daily, (sometimes in the bathroom at work even). I feel like I’m failing miserably at being a good mom, at my job, at my marriage. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know whether to give up on my job, my marriage or sell the house…
Well, that’s my vent. Just needed to get it all out. I just feel so “done” with all of this. Something has to give. I know I should feel so lucky for so many of the great things I have in my life, and that people deal with things a lot worse than this, but it just seems so hard still. (Then I feel guilty for feeling that way).
*sigh*










Happy birthday! (MDC doesn't have a birthday smiley???)
