For the last fourteen years I have lived in an area I absolutely hate. Unfriendly locals and very few amenities. I tried and tried to fit in but incomers are not welcome. I had little choice but to move here with my DH as he was caring for his elderly parents (he’s an only child) and he is local to the area. His parents have since passed away. We need to downsize as the house and garden are too large and expensive for us to maintain. He constantly reminds me of this expense! We have seen a lovely house in another area much nearer to our adult children who I miss terribly. My DH is stressing me out with moaning about how will he fit all his things into a new smaller house? It’s three bedrooms and not even that much smaller but it will be cheaper to run and has only a small garden.I have told him to take the two spare bedrooms in the new house for a study and a room for his books and music system. He doesn’t think the room is large enough for his present music system! I said buy a different one no it has to be this music system. I am happy with a TV in the lounge, bedroom, bathroom and I own very little stuff. Then today the final straw he told my sister he will ‘miss the beach’ when we move. The place we hope to move to has a beach! He has never once acknowledged what I might have missed during my bloody purgatory living here! Every time I ask him if he is sure he wants to move he says he is happy to move. AIBU to think it’s my turn to be happy living somewhere? I wish I could win the lottery and just bugger off. I feel old and tired. Thanks for reading.