I just cant stop crying, having a bad evening and feeling very sorry for myself. Just moved for the 4th time in 4 years. I was beginning to enjoy our previous posting, I was making friends and confident getting out and about on my own with our two small children. We've just been moved into a tiny married quarter on a rough estate. (Constant car break ins and anti-social behaviour) I'm climbing over boxes and furniture to get from one room to the other, it's like living in a hoarders house. No family or friends anywhere near, and yet another career prospect I've had to give up. The neighbours are rude and uninterested. This is a 2 year posting where my husband will more or less be continuously away, coming back for a couple of months here and there. Contact with him is an email or phone call a day, no instant messaging or facetime when I need somone to talk to. Like how can anyone's job cause this much stress and lack of mental well-being. I can't cope at all. I need my husband. I'm not feeling very patriotic right now.