I'm ready. Today has been a very good day. Today I have spoken out loud about the most taboo subject ever. I spoke about my dark days of antenatal depression. Age 26, pregnant with 2nd baby, 2nd father, 2nd chance to make my ideal family work. I wanted such a happy life for my babies. I wanted them to be loved and experience happiness and have memories the same as I had, had. I wanted to give them the world and I was willing to sacrifice for this. I could pretend forever. I dident matter. My 2nd Baby's Dad (ill call him 2, for ease) had an extra tough time loving my first born. These were his own issues. I could not understand why though. He was strict on him, stricter than he was on his own Son. C (baby 1) really fought to be loved by 2.... Everything he did, I could see he was just trying to impress. It tore my heart. I hated it. I hated 2 telling C off, I hated him inflicting rules and being hard on him. C needed it? He needed discipline? I Molly coddled...