This Mumma is learning that unfortunately no matter how much you love your baby, it doesn’t cure your life.
Sometimes I look at my son and I think, “yep, I’m doing it right”. Yet 99% of the time, I realise I’m just a failed adult with no house, a car I can’t even afford, no clothes that fit me anymore, a phone that doesn’t work and I live in the back room of my parents house.
I think the issue is that for so long I had my life together and when I had Teddy, I somehow lost every last thing I had. I even had to put my dog down.
I guess I haven’t written in a while because I’ve had nothing nice to say. And I guess I still don’t.
I guess it hasn’t helped that my phone is broken, and I’m using a phone so old that I can’t use Facebook. Which either way it doesn’t matter because I can’t afford to pay my phone bill so making phone calls will be a luxury I won’t need to worry about!
I guess this post is about sharing the info that I’m a useless adult. Apart from my degree and my son, I’ve never amounted to anything. People don’t exactly line up to see me, and I’m not exactly surprised because I got bullied all through primary and high school pretty epically so I’ve never really had any good friends, so I don’t really know how to be a good friend.
Guess that’s why no one came to visit on my 30th birthday 🤷🏼♀️
Anyway here’s a picture of the only thing in the world that keeps me going and makes me smile 🙏
Sorry for the depressing post but this is my life, and I’m done pretending to be happy.