I have no friends, my family never really come to visit. I live alone with my 7 month old son, I don't leave the house because there isn't anywhere near I can go to.

I'm basically miserable that my marriage didn't work out with the babies father because I wanted to be a family.

I am sat here feeling sorry for myself because no one else will. I don't tell people I'm this depressed because they won't care they have their own precious lives to worry about.

I'm the failure of the family who was mentally abused by her alcoholic mum and was forced to pay nearly all her wages to live with her.

Then I flew to America to marry my fiancé and he ended up being just like her !! When he promised I'd be looked after

Itsclearly my, it must be!!! Why else don't I have friends ?!?!

I really think that staying with him would have been less painful than where I am today.