We spent the majority of the day together. Walking around the local town going to a park and finding some equipment to play on stopping for lunch and having a good time together, But as the day wore on I noticed my thinking had started to revert back to where I was months ago at home. I started to get short tempered, irritated, mad and snappy I felt angry and full of regret and just basically miserable. I have felt this way probably for close to three years and I keep telling myself that it'll start to get better. With all the therapy, all the med changes all the extra time I noticed I feel the exactly the same way & i never felt more depressed. Nothing has changed. I haven't changed.
I don't enjoy my kids like 99% of the other moms in the world. I don't enjoy being a mom. My husband was right when he told me years and years ago that I wouldn't make a good mom because of my illness. Now I have to admit that he was right. I hate the way that I feel when I'm around my kids because I feel so guilty. There's no reason for my condescending remarks, my smart ass attitude, the way I try to make them feel guilty into doing stuff;it's just not right. They don't deserve that. No child deserves that. There's too many on this open forum that have suffered from parents like me. I've read books, I've taken classes, i e gone to seminars on how to become a better parent and my parenting skills have not involved. I tried to love them the best that I can and sometimes, I hate to admit, that's even difficult. WTF is wrong w/me?
How do I fix this?
Well the first thing that comes to mind is that I get a divorce and I give up my custody rights. I know my husband too well that he would fight for full custody because of my mental illness. So why bother. Basically I don't want my kids to be raised in a traditional broken family, but knowing it might be better for them maybe I should rethink it. Maybe I should run away and never look back. Maybe I could bury myself in a hole & go to sleep. I think I need to do what's best for them; not what's best for me.
With all the other complications of being here and now adding this into the mix I have never ever felt so painfully low.
I'm really ready to check out for good.
Rotten Mudd