mummaofthree
just me + three.... <3
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starting to feel like ill never meet anyone... never have a stable family with mum and dad and kids like i always dreamed of.
i met harry and ellas dad when i was 15.. it was full blown head over heels, arse over tit, school girl crush, major infactuation love with a capital L L.O.V.E luurrvvveee... in every sense of the word.
we were together 6 and a half years.... we had 2 beautiful children... we had some amazingly good times but we also had some amazingly bad times... my prince charming turned into a monster, me and the children ended up living in a domestic violence refuge and countless court appearances and meetings with social services and god knows who else followed. infact ive often described the aftermath as worse than the violence and mental abuse... but whatever, i can def live without the abuse!
so after all that i met olly.... we were never together properly.. we were seeing each other for about 4 months when he got offered a job in spain. well he woulda been stupid not to take it... so despite my heartache off he went and that was the end of that... sort of.... we spoke daily for hours and hours..... every break from work... every time he woke up.. before he went to sleep.... i missed him.....
anyway.. we later discovered that i was pregnant... over 20 weeks pregnant! we had been apart so long and then we were gunna be parents... n he lived there n i lived here with harry n ella... urgh it was such a mess.
we spoke endlessly on the phone, he flew over here for a week, i flew over there for a week..... things seemed to be going ok. positive.....
he flew back for her birth. home birth, he was right there... scared, bless him. i could sense it. he stayed with us for 3 months. it was confusing for me, because we werent together but to anyone it looked like we were, it felt like we were.....
then he left again... back to spain... 6 months later hes back..... he doesnt live near us... an hour away but he sees lola every other week, when his parents do.
but im struggling. i thought when i broke up with john that noone would want a young mum of 2..... body ruined by childbirth.... plenty of girls better with more going for them... freedom being one thing i just dont have..... but now..... im 23... i have 3 children under the age of 5.... i work all the hours of the day... i only get 1 night off a months and im lonely
i dont think ill ever meet someone..... i just feel like this is it... and this is how its gunna be for years.......
sorry... just feeling sorry for myself.... x
i met harry and ellas dad when i was 15.. it was full blown head over heels, arse over tit, school girl crush, major infactuation love with a capital L L.O.V.E luurrvvveee... in every sense of the word.
we were together 6 and a half years.... we had 2 beautiful children... we had some amazingly good times but we also had some amazingly bad times... my prince charming turned into a monster, me and the children ended up living in a domestic violence refuge and countless court appearances and meetings with social services and god knows who else followed. infact ive often described the aftermath as worse than the violence and mental abuse... but whatever, i can def live without the abuse!
so after all that i met olly.... we were never together properly.. we were seeing each other for about 4 months when he got offered a job in spain. well he woulda been stupid not to take it... so despite my heartache off he went and that was the end of that... sort of.... we spoke daily for hours and hours..... every break from work... every time he woke up.. before he went to sleep.... i missed him.....
anyway.. we later discovered that i was pregnant... over 20 weeks pregnant! we had been apart so long and then we were gunna be parents... n he lived there n i lived here with harry n ella... urgh it was such a mess.
we spoke endlessly on the phone, he flew over here for a week, i flew over there for a week..... things seemed to be going ok. positive.....
he flew back for her birth. home birth, he was right there... scared, bless him. i could sense it. he stayed with us for 3 months. it was confusing for me, because we werent together but to anyone it looked like we were, it felt like we were.....
then he left again... back to spain... 6 months later hes back..... he doesnt live near us... an hour away but he sees lola every other week, when his parents do.
but im struggling. i thought when i broke up with john that noone would want a young mum of 2..... body ruined by childbirth.... plenty of girls better with more going for them... freedom being one thing i just dont have..... but now..... im 23... i have 3 children under the age of 5.... i work all the hours of the day... i only get 1 night off a months and im lonely
i dont think ill ever meet someone..... i just feel like this is it... and this is how its gunna be for years.......
sorry... just feeling sorry for myself.... x