Tired.

Me and my husband fell on hard times when I first got pregnant with my son and now we are stuck living with my parents for the foreseeable future while we rebuild our savings and look for a new house.

I am exhausted.

I haven’t washed my hair in over a week.

I hate my postpartum body.

I hate myself in general.

My son deserves better than what he has. He deserves his own room. His own space. He deserves to have a yard to play in and he deserves to be able to make as much noise as he wants without being told off by my parents. I love him and I’m so thankful I have him. But I wish I would have had him at a time that I could have provided him with the world.

We were in a great place. My husband lost his well paying job because the business closed and now here we are. Crammed in one bedroom and devastated my son thinks this is normal.

We are lucky my parents are so helpful and understanding but I just want to run away. I just want me and my son and my husband to be able to have a good life.