Dh accepted a job abroad at the end of 2019. We spent most of early 2020 preparing to move, only for the country to close its borders in March because of Covid19. Fine. Our stuff hadn't shipped, we had our flat still, DH worked from home in his new role on adjusted hours. I'm freelance and my work dried up in the first lockdown so i just looked after DD and we just got on with it.
Border restrictions eased slightly in the autumn and we got our visas, started preparing to move again. Put our stuff on the cargo ship, rented out our flat, DH went ahead to make our new place habitable and DD and i went to my mum's for Christmas, due to follow him a couple of weeks later.
Except 4 hours before our flight the country closed its borders again. So we haven't gone. We are stranded here in the UK, both of us sleeping in my mum's spare room. I'm pregnant too, due in May (a welcome but unexpected development). Everything for the new baby is on our new country.
I'm just so fucking sad. I miss my husband so much, i need him, and i have no idea when I'll see him again. DD asks to see him all the time and i just have to say 'soon'. Our visas have expired so even if they opened up tomorrow i couldn't just go.
I'm so scared we'll be locked out for months and months and have to live apart all this time. It feels like nothing is changing, its been such a tough year (i know it has for everyone), i just wanted to start this new chapter of our lives and it just feels cursed. I feel like a massive burden on my mum, obviously we are paying her some rent as it were but I'm sure not enough for what feels like this massive imposition. I can't even tell her when we'll be gone.
Not sure what my aibu is. My brain tells me they won't stay closed for too long, it was 6 months last time, and of course we'll get in soon. My catastrophising side is trying to work out if i can put my newborn in a drawer rather than a moses basket.