I gave everything to other people's kids. My family got the fumes.
For over 12 years I ran a 3 to 5 year old classroom in a daycare. Every day my own son was right there with me. I gave 100 percent all day to the little ones in my care and by the time I got home.... my son got what was left, and my husband got whatever came after that = which usually was NOTHING.
At home? We dealt with ALLLLL the common early childhood issues. I tried everything. I even feng shui'd his room.
"I'd get home and feel like I was watching my own life on a TV screen instead of living it. I learnt from my doctor that I was dissociating to just get through the stress of the days."
No big blow up led me to this point. Just a slow grind while most days I was running on empty, and the guilt of giving my best to everyone except the people I loved most.