I raised three kids by myself without child support or any help from anyone other than all the doctors, specialists and surgeons that saved one of them. No friends or family from any direction helped. I sent handmade gifts to all the mothers I knew. There was no money but I've never let that stop me.
Yesterday I got a hug and a two liter bottle of Dr pepper, that I don't drink, from my 35 year old son (the one the doctors saved) and a lawnmower blade from my hubby. I actually appreciate that. It meant a lot to me as lame as that sounds. But....
I didn't even see my daughter even though she was home all day and my eldest son never calls or acknowledges me. I put a stop to the few times he did call years ago because I had to listen to everything they did for her mom and how busy it kept him all day and that's why he called two minutes before he went to bed.
Stress isn't the bad part. It's the hurt from the broken mom heart that's bad. My ex mother in law used to say, "They step all over your feet when they're little but they step all over your heart when they're grown".