Me and my boyfriend live together with my daughter. I’m pretty sure it’s over. I’ve been so fucked mentally, more so than ever, since going on (and now off) of lamictal. My boyfriend makes it clear games are more important than spending time with me. I’ve voiced what I need to not feel so isolated from him. I’ve voiced how fucking insane and horrible I feel when he puts 15+ hours a week into games, but blames the fact that we have a kid on why he can’t give me intimate attention that’s not sex. Anyway, probably breaking up so that’s why’s I’m sad. It hurts worse bc I’ll have to explain it to my kid. 

BUT! Idk what I’ve done but I’ve done something right. She’s the most amazing little human in the world. She found me crying and came to snuggle, wiped my tears away, and said “it’s okay momma. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” SHES THREE. 

I’m a sad fuck right now but she keeps giving me hope for my future no matter what happens.