Not sure who'll remember my last thread about my marriage breakdown. It was so very drawn out and ridiculous!! He finally moved out in March last year and I've spent that time rebuilding, enrolling in uni, basically working my undersized butt off.
However, so much damage was already done. Coupled with the fact I was on the wrong mental health meds which basically turned me into an insane person who tried to commit suicide several times last year.
It's got to a point in my house where the kids have literally no respect for me. They stay in bed until 6 pm, skip college/work where they see fit and leave all their laundry/kitchen mess/bathroom mess to me. My daughter had her 2 friends staying here, they're all 20, and they were exactly the same way. I was doing their laundry and cooking for them, no help - no contribution.
This year I've grown a backbone and decided not to take it anymore. Yesterday I asked my daughter's girls to leave so they slammed their way out of here and then my daughter was awful to me the rest of the day.
Today my ex and his partner came down. They rollocked the kids for their behaviour, made my daughter apologise to me and told them to stop blaming me for literally everything because it's not fair.
Then (unbeknowst to me) they offered for the kids to go live with them temporarily. I know this is absolutely the best move for the kids, it will do them wonders to be in a structured, strict routine where they're actually expected to clean up after themselves and get up in the morning. For the kids, it's absolutely amazing and I will NOT show them that it's tough for me.
But I just don't know after 23 years of being a mother how to .... not be? How do I come home to an empty house (bar 4 cats) and only cook for one person? Or without hugging them all the time? Or telling them I love them every five minutes?
I'm sorry this is such a stream of consciousness thread but just really struggling and not wanting the kids to know this, and I am sure there's other mums out there who's kids have moved out.
However, so much damage was already done. Coupled with the fact I was on the wrong mental health meds which basically turned me into an insane person who tried to commit suicide several times last year.
It's got to a point in my house where the kids have literally no respect for me. They stay in bed until 6 pm, skip college/work where they see fit and leave all their laundry/kitchen mess/bathroom mess to me. My daughter had her 2 friends staying here, they're all 20, and they were exactly the same way. I was doing their laundry and cooking for them, no help - no contribution.
This year I've grown a backbone and decided not to take it anymore. Yesterday I asked my daughter's girls to leave so they slammed their way out of here and then my daughter was awful to me the rest of the day.
Today my ex and his partner came down. They rollocked the kids for their behaviour, made my daughter apologise to me and told them to stop blaming me for literally everything because it's not fair.
Then (unbeknowst to me) they offered for the kids to go live with them temporarily. I know this is absolutely the best move for the kids, it will do them wonders to be in a structured, strict routine where they're actually expected to clean up after themselves and get up in the morning. For the kids, it's absolutely amazing and I will NOT show them that it's tough for me.
But I just don't know after 23 years of being a mother how to .... not be? How do I come home to an empty house (bar 4 cats) and only cook for one person? Or without hugging them all the time? Or telling them I love them every five minutes?
I'm sorry this is such a stream of consciousness thread but just really struggling and not wanting the kids to know this, and I am sure there's other mums out there who's kids have moved out.