foxinsocks, what I usually do it to make the decision for them, then I do all the organising for it etc and he just follows along, if I didn't do this we'd get nowhere. He can't even decide whether to have tea or coffee, it's a problem he has.
But this is different. I'd love to stay, but thought we'd made the decision to go and so have handed in notice on house, job and school and was trying to get his CV sent to companies in Cumbria. Then he says what if his job offers him a permanent contract? Perhaps we could stay if they did that, but he has to ask for that which he hasn't done. He also goes on about how daft we must be, moving back. So then I think, dare I hope? But I've given my notice in on the house and stuff! I just feel incapable of making a decision for him in this case as I don't know which would be the right one to make.
I think, overriding my feelings, that to move back would probably be best, for him and the kids in the long term. I suppose I should just go with that shouldn't I?
I'm getting all paranoid and frightened about stupid things. I suddenly realised how old I was, I've always spent my life wallowing a bit in my youth, then I just realised that I'm not young anymore, and I got frightened. I can spend a whole night awake feeling scared for the kids, imagining all sorts of things happening to them.
My sister is going through a bad patch, she tells me about her problems with her dh, with our mother, etc and I try to give advice, I try to listen, but I'm struggling coping with my own stuff.
I know we will probably go back to the UK, but I'm dreading it. I don't belong there, I don't belong with his family or mine. I don't know where I belong and I don't know who to tell about how I'm feeling. I'm usually the one telling people to perk up, to be strong, to get help, etc, and now I'm down there myself.