OK, this is a long one. Apologies for the vent.
DH has said a few times that he wishes he'd given up work when DD1 was born. He's never enjoyed his work and wishes that he'd been able to focus on the kids.
We now have 2 DDs (5&8). Up until this week, we'd both worked full time. My DH worked for the most awful company where he was treated like crap every day. He used to go to work with chest pains and feeling sick on a morning. I was genuinely worried the stress from his job would send him to an early grave. (Just one example was one of the managers banging his head against the office door during an argument.)
I've almost always ended up dealing with sick children, school etc because DH was too scared to request time off. (He did once and was told 'be a man. Get your wife to do it.
). We have no family nearby. We seem to have spent the last eight years running around from home to nursery to school. Yelling at the kids to hurry up on a morning because we're late. Not getting in until 6pm and the kids being hungry and grumpy. We never seemed to enjoy time together because we were so tired and stressed. This has definitely affected my performance at work. I'm not where I thought I would be in my career.
A couple of months ago, we had a straight 6 weeks of one kid being sick and then the other. At the same time, I had toe nail surgery that went wrong and I could hardly walk. I dealt with everything--looking after them during the day, running off to catch up with work when DH came home, getting up to them during the night. I have bipolar disorder and the stress and sleep deprivation threw me into my worse ever depressive episode and I was hospitalised. (This was the second admission in six months.) At that point, I told my DH that I just can't keep going like this. The stress was making me ill. I have a good, secure job that I love. If I can focus on working, I can catch up and get promoted. I asked DH if he would go part-time. He agreed at first, but ultimately chickened out because he was scared of the drop in income. I was more than ready to downsize our mortgage and readjust our way of living.
Fast forward to this Monday--DH was made redundant. He got a good pay-out, which allows us to survive on my wage, providing we are very careful. DH has agreed that he will be a SAHP for a year. (The chances of him getting s job are small, anyway.)
I felt such relief when I found out about the redundancy. The last couple of days have been a different world. The kids seem so much happier. I've made huge progress at work.
I can see, however, that my DH is struggling with the change. He's still panicking about what's happening at work. He says he feels lost. I'm worried that he will be lonely, but at the same time I'm so glad that we've had this chance to change our lifestyle.
AIBU? I fear that I'm being a bit selfish.