So as a few weeks ago, I moved in with my father. Being alone with my son had me going crazy. The loneliness was literally killing me. I needed help and I'm no longer ashamed to admit it. My dad made the offer. I work Monday through Fridays and have the weekends off. Well, I've been following everyone's advice and signing up for a mommy and me thing nearby. It was nerve-racking, but so many moms were so friendly and came up to me themselves. I got three numbers and they're all inviting me to a dinner party. They're really sweet despite being five years older than me. I'm also waiting for walks after work. My dad and son come along sometimes. Me and my dad also cook together and we made some pretty neat stuff for his girlfriend, who has been really kind. As for my mother and sisters, I still don't know why they dislike me and my baby so much. But I took that step and left the group chat. This might sound ridiculous, but it was really hard. I even shed a tear. But I did it. They haven't spoken to me since. I contacted my in-laws one last time. I don't know why. His parents said they were willing to meet. They won't try to take him from me, but my dad got a lawyer just in case. I'm meeting with them this weekend and depending how it goes, I'll let them see my son eventually. Finally, I saw a doctor and I've been diagnosed with postpartum depression. I'm currently seeing a therapist. That was recommended to me. And I've started my treatment plan. My son, father, and his girlfriend have been my biggest supporters and I'm trying to be better. I've also been missing my fiance a lot these days, but his memory is kind of calming. I don't know. It hasn't been very long, but I'm already seeing improvements in my life.