Here I am, sitting in the quiet after Aanya has finally passed out, the silence almost deafening after a day of her relentless energy. She’s almost three now, a little hurricane of a child – loud, aggressive, always ‘on’, and with sleep needs so low I sometimes wonder if she’s part robot. I love her, I really do, with every fiber of my being. But lately, that love is buried under layers of exhaustion, resentment, and a profound, aching emptiness. I’m a **financially dependent stay-at-home mom**, and I hate the life I’ve built, the mistakes I’ve made.
My Life, My Mistakes: The Silent Scream of a Financially Dependent SAHM
Published Anonymously
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