I feel like I can't talk to anyone about these issues so here I can be anonymous. I have a two year old daughter, beautiful right. The husband helps out with pretty much everything so I do get some time to myself. Sounds good right? I'm not complaining but, I just know there is something wrong with me. Sometimes it's as though I can't get far enough away from my daughter. Now it's not so much that I'm loosing patience with her or anything but, I don't feel like a mother. I see other mothers with thier little ones in pigtails and cute little dresses. I feel I just don't have it in me. I dress her in clean clothes and we're out the door, well after a sippy cup of milk and/or some dry cheerios or peanut butter sandwich. Mothers usually seem more connected to thier children than anyone. I kind of feel like I'm in jail and she's the little warden... ok that's warped but, funny
. Needless to say there seems to be no end and my only release is fantasy novel I'm writing (not really planning on publishing, don't think it's publishable). My feelings run deep at times and all I can do is tread water and ride it out. I don't feel like I can tell anyone I know about these feelings because noone will understand or worse they'll just turn thier heads and dismiss them. There Is something wrong with me and just what, I wish I knew. The feelings make me wander sometimes why I ever wanted to be mother in the first place. For a mother that makes me want to cry because it sounds so heartless. There are times I find it in me to play with her and have her giggling hystericaly but, I haven't given the kid a bath in who knows how long. Luckily my huband asks, "when did she last have a bath" and I have to say "ya I think she's due for one". Meanwhile I think to myself of the week before when he gave her a bath last. I couldn't admit to him that "ya it's been a week... or so". I'm a bad mother, I shouldn't be a mother:o. {It's not like I can even call on a shrink because my plan wouldn't cover it.} Please tell me your thoughts but, try not to be hard on me because it's hard enough for me to even think about these things. I've been running away for so long (metaphoricly) I don't know myself anymore. I know one thing, I don't like what I'm becoming. So thanks for the time anyone who reads this and thank you for input
. Needless to say there seems to be no end and my only release is fantasy novel I'm writing (not really planning on publishing, don't think it's publishable). My feelings run deep at times and all I can do is tread water and ride it out. I don't feel like I can tell anyone I know about these feelings because noone will understand or worse they'll just turn thier heads and dismiss them. There Is something wrong with me and just what, I wish I knew. The feelings make me wander sometimes why I ever wanted to be mother in the first place. For a mother that makes me want to cry because it sounds so heartless. There are times I find it in me to play with her and have her giggling hystericaly but, I haven't given the kid a bath in who knows how long. Luckily my huband asks, "when did she last have a bath" and I have to say "ya I think she's due for one". Meanwhile I think to myself of the week before when he gave her a bath last. I couldn't admit to him that "ya it's been a week... or so". I'm a bad mother, I shouldn't be a mother:o. {It's not like I can even call on a shrink because my plan wouldn't cover it.} Please tell me your thoughts but, try not to be hard on me because it's hard enough for me to even think about these things. I've been running away for so long (metaphoricly) I don't know myself anymore. I know one thing, I don't like what I'm becoming. So thanks for the time anyone who reads this and thank you for input




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