regular but namechanger - this is my alter ego for when shit goes bad.
dh got a new job recently and we moved area. i moved away from my family, friends, support network, job etc etc. we thought it would be a bright new future, dh's new job looked good, more money, better prospects - also in his old job he was very unhappy, and we thought that this move would make him happier.
well, it hasn't. he hates his new job, they said he could work from home, and then said he couldn't, they promised a shiny bonus scheme which doesn't appear to be forthcoming, the office he's in is cramped and he doesn't like his new colleagues.
anyway, yesterday he spoke to the person who headhunted him. this person said that, yes, he could work from home one day a week, he could have a new office, and the bonus was paid 4 times a year. still, dh is unhappy.
and the new house is horrible, it's a lot smaller than the one we were in, there's stuff everywhere - and i mean, everywhere - i can't even see a way to unpack, every time i try to sort stuff out, ds is behind me like a little demon, taking it out and strewing it across the floor. i'm shouting at ds, he's not sleeping well, we're all exhausted, and i can't see a way to sort this.
and as for me - i've battled on and off with PND (and regular depression) since ds was 4 months, my old GP was useless, new one hasn't even registered us yet. i moved for dh because he wanted to, and i'm everything that Xenia always says SAHM's are - pathetic and weak and useless. i can't even parent effectively at the moment. our diet is crap because we're living on canned food and take aways as i'm too exhausted/depressed to cook or shop. the mums round here are really snobby, the M&T groups are all over subscribed. my new neighbour is nice but she has her own friends and her ds is much younger than mine, and mine - being the challenge that he is, often whacks her lo round the head, meaning she's not overly keen to come round.
i've put my CV into prospective employers, and we're looking at a nursery tomorrow, but i just can't face this tip of a house, my miserable husband, my nightmare son. i thought this move would make dh at least a bit happy but we've moved from a situation where one of us was unhappy to one where we're all unhappy.
i just want to go home - except i don't have a fucking home anymore.