
It's permanent and horrible like accidently killing someone. I volunteered to be a mom because of social pressures. Baby needed mommy. Huge mistake. Bad counseling, didn't listen to my inner scream. Baby is tethered to my every breath...
I can't leave the job without ruining her. See "reactive attachment disorder". I can't even kill myself, or leave baby to my husband. Rural community, no help. Husband working out of town. I hate it. Made husband commit to childless marriage before I said "I do", but he fell in love with baby and cried to keep her. Therapist said "raise her". Baad therapist. Therapist not listening; thinking of social good, not immature, selfish, want-to-stay-that-way, anti-depressant-dependent client. I hate bottle feedings. I hate naps. I hate being forced to be loving. I hate what this once-fun marriage has become. I hate baby doctors, case workers and judges who think 5 minutes and less every two months makes them experts. I hate being responsible for protecting, insisting, begging, nicely suggesting, nicely declining, being courageous. I hate ruined vacations, eating p b and j from jars every day. I hate showering and brushing my teeth, shaving my legs. Sex. I made a bad choice based on social pressures. Be stronger than me, or be prepared to live someone elses idea of life.