I hate where I live. No friends, no family, no job opportunities. I feel like it's my prison and that I'm trapped but can't move. (DP and I have children from previous relationships so we're stuck here for the next 10-12 years). Thinking of that just makes me feel worse. My DM just tells me that I should me happy because a good man loves me. DP thinks that I'll magically find a job and that once we fall pregnant and have a baby my priorities will change and feel happy.