Feeling empty
Hi Katie, hope you are feeling brighter. I agree with all previous posters so will not rehash all those points. Sometimes far away fields are greener, when you are alone it seems everyone is playing happy families and have gangs of devoted friends. It isn't always like that, a person can be much lonelier in a poor marriage than someone on their own and 'devoted' friends are very few and far between. Unfortunately so many so-called friends delight in anothers misery - don't get me wrong, a true friend is a diamond, just there aren't that many!
You are in a very tough situation but breaking down the different parts
1/ Your son is only 2 so unless nastiness is thrust in his face, you CAN shield him, and you are his mummy, he will ALWAYS love his mummy, when he is 40 he will love his mummy! Of course the plonker seems attractive to him, he dips in and out and its easy to play at being a parent, you do the hard yards - you have to say NO when he wants a biscuit before dinner or a sweet drink before bed etc. doesn't change his love tho.
2/ Have you 'playschools' or 'preschool' in Aus? We have here in Ireland from about the age of 2 and I met more Mums coming and going that to this day meet and have a chat with. One of those Mums is actually the mother of my 21 year old daughters boyfriend.
3/ Join anything but don't expect to make friends - if you do great, if you don't at least you have had an outing.
4/ Libraries are great places with little ones, all bored Mums land there eventually and will usually strike up a chat with a Mum with a child a similar age.
5/ Don't know much about meds etc but you do sound a bit depressed, have you talked to Doc about doses and stuff?
Anyway Katie, be strong, I am also the person always on the edge of the group and get hurt time and again by feelings of exclusion - you and I have discussed this before, its probably routed in childhood bullying, we carry on enabling people to bully us, don't don't don't drink, Jeeeeez it just makes us sadder and lonelier.
Thinking of you
Molly:l
Hi Katie, hope you are feeling brighter. I agree with all previous posters so will not rehash all those points. Sometimes far away fields are greener, when you are alone it seems everyone is playing happy families and have gangs of devoted friends. It isn't always like that, a person can be much lonelier in a poor marriage than someone on their own and 'devoted' friends are very few and far between. Unfortunately so many so-called friends delight in anothers misery - don't get me wrong, a true friend is a diamond, just there aren't that many!
You are in a very tough situation but breaking down the different parts
1/ Your son is only 2 so unless nastiness is thrust in his face, you CAN shield him, and you are his mummy, he will ALWAYS love his mummy, when he is 40 he will love his mummy! Of course the plonker seems attractive to him, he dips in and out and its easy to play at being a parent, you do the hard yards - you have to say NO when he wants a biscuit before dinner or a sweet drink before bed etc. doesn't change his love tho.
2/ Have you 'playschools' or 'preschool' in Aus? We have here in Ireland from about the age of 2 and I met more Mums coming and going that to this day meet and have a chat with. One of those Mums is actually the mother of my 21 year old daughters boyfriend.
3/ Join anything but don't expect to make friends - if you do great, if you don't at least you have had an outing.
4/ Libraries are great places with little ones, all bored Mums land there eventually and will usually strike up a chat with a Mum with a child a similar age.
5/ Don't know much about meds etc but you do sound a bit depressed, have you talked to Doc about doses and stuff?
Anyway Katie, be strong, I am also the person always on the edge of the group and get hurt time and again by feelings of exclusion - you and I have discussed this before, its probably routed in childhood bullying, we carry on enabling people to bully us, don't don't don't drink, Jeeeeez it just makes us sadder and lonelier.
Thinking of you
Molly:l
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