Well it has been just over a month since the separation & I wish I could say all is going well, but truth be told it's hard, so very, very hard. Being on my own with 5 kids most of the week is so super exhausting, & at the moment I don't get a night off. I hate how easily frustrated I get. I love my kids, I really do, but it seems like I'm constantly yelling at them to do the stuff that they need to do. And to make matters worse, I don't really get to do fun stuff with them anymore as they are with their dad on the weekends (during the day), which is when I used to take them out.
Evenings are really difficult too, so many arguments about having dinner, getting PJs on, brushing teeth, bedtime stories...
And then I'm alone...
Usually I love being alone, I've always been one to sneak off to read on my own, watch my TV shows etc, but when you've been married for 13 years & now you are aren't it takes quite a bit of getting used to. It's funny because it's not like we would hang out together every night, most of the time he would ignore me anyway. But being alone reminds of all that, all that should have been, could have been & never will be.
