I have a loving husband (albeit a ranty one when stressed which we are) and two lovely children.
I work for myself and love what I do - I fit what I do around the children and in a haphazard way it works - my busineess is on the cusp of success and am very excited and passionate about it. I believe enjoying my work and devoting time to it sends good messages to children (although of course they are my priority).
Success for what I do has been a long time coming but this year should see a turn from my struggling in scammy studios for £8k per year to a much more decent turnaround - which of course means some security for my children and peace of mind for me.
My DH worked in a great job for 11 years until 3 years ago when he went freelance. It has been a nightmare - we had to move from our wonderful house in London where all our pals were to move back to where we both grew up (we are from the same place but didn't know each other then - wierd eh?) This in itself isn't such a bad thing as it was always our plan to leave London when our children were about 5/6. oIt still really hard though - we are 18 months in now and have made some pals but I miss London very much - all the possibilities that came by being there (even if they were just in my head!) - I can't really describe it but I miss it and I miss us in London.
My problem is that my relationship with DH as albut broken down. We do love one another dearly but I have no words left for him to help him get back on his feet workwise - I am talked out. He is a very talented writer but he refuses to write and even more than write - send his work off for publication - its just sooooo frustrating - maybe its the fact that I am such a doer - I don't know.
We did do relate last year for 2 sessions together and he did 3 on his own - I can't say it moved our worlds but probably helped. I am so concerned for our children as they can read to pressure that is in the room when we are together especially during what would normally be work hours. DH is a big loud but loving man - you know when he is in the room - I feel utterly hemmed in by him.
Am sure that DH is just a low as I am but I wish he would go and get a job - a rubbish job just to keep the consistancy and to pay the rent at least - is this really mean of me? I feel awful for wishing a crap job on him. The good news is that he is beginning to teach - adult ed...little acorns and all that eh?
Lastly - am concerned that the babes are picking up on our situation - they seem utterly full on...
Any advice anyone? All thoughts appreciated...