I don't really want to be a moaner or someone who isn't coping but I just feel like my heart and soul are breaking now and I think I need some help. I have nowhere else to turn to as I don't want to be a burden on anyone so I hope you don't mind me offloading on you all. I am crying as I write this and haven't been able to stop for a long time. My husband is in bed sleeping so I am trying hard not to wake him up.
I am a British expat living in Amsterdam due to my husband's job. Before we moved here I had a job that I loved, all my friends lived nearby, I saw my family often, I had my own car, my own life, my independance. I moved here in 2005 after my husband was posted here - we were only just engaged then. I managed to get a job quite quickly with the promise of doing something related to what I used to do but that didn't work out as the people I worked with saw me as a threat and the job changed dramatically. My line manager then wrote some pretty slanderous emails about me that I found and despite him being given a warning about them, I was also given a warning for seeing the emails - they were left up on his computer screen when he went for a break. Since then work has went from bad to worse, with me basically being outcast by the rest of my office, ignored when I speak to them and just generally treated like crap.
This year in May I got married but just 5 weeks before the wedding I had a miscarriage and then the week later my house was burglared and they took everything that meant anything to me. My husband didn't actually lose a lot in the burglary but I lost everything pretty much. However I struggled on and had a fantastic wedding and honeymoon and fell pregnant very soon afterwards. I am now 22+3 with a baby boy and though I am happy about this, things are just getting worse for me.
I have been off work pretty much for the past 4 months due to morning sickness, migraines, dealing with my diabetes, vision loss (retinopathy) and just general tiredness. Work have refused to give me maternity leave because they messed up with my NI contributions. Husband's company have been awful at trying to get us moved house into a bigger place and it has been one hassle after another. I have no friends here and I am finding it difficult to get out of bed in the mornings. I just can't see what the point is. I am afraid that I am placing all my hopes of feeling worth something when the baby comes and being sorely disapppointed.
I have tonight written a letter to my husband explaining how I feel but i don't know what I expect him to do about it. Thank you for listening to me - it just helps getting all down.