Firstly apologies if this turns out long but I need to get things off my chest...
I am curretly pregnant with DC3 so maybe I am being over-emotional but I don´t know how much longer I can go on like this...
DH is a good man, very supportive, caring, hard-working and a good father. He is not a good communicator, introverted, the sort who will come home from work and simply not speak if he has had a bad day. I have known this all along.
We live abroad (DH country) and yes I wanted to come here but it is no exaggeration to say I hate it, have done since day one and every day is a struggle. I never thought you could still feel homesick after nearly 6 years. I suppose my feelings about this place are slowly killing me and I am certainly not the person I was before. I have tried but I really cannot be bothered anymore.
I am the main carer for my 2 DCs who are what keep me going. I don´t have any outside support and I don´t work so yes I suppose that adds to my feelings of entrapment and loneliness.
Despite all this I really wanted to have another child. I am an only child myself and love the idea of having a bigger family. Maybe it´s a mistake as I feel so down at the moment but it´s too late now.
Anyway, DH has come home yet again from work with a face down to the ground. I ask him what´s up and as usual he says nothing. So here we are in two separate rooms, not a word spoken. Surely this isn´t normal, is it? He is not a talker and doesn´t like to share his problems and maybe I am now at a stage where I am too tired to even ask, what´s the point and no doubt it would just end in a row, a one-sided one at that as he doesn´t even argue back. I am beyond frustrated.
I just want to go home, knowing I can´t do that is the worst feeling in the world. I have no other family, well only my Mum who has early onset Alzheimers, I can´t talk to her. In fact I have very few people I can talk to, a few close friends in the UK but I don´t want to burden them. DH isn´t cruel or anything like that, it´s not like the goes out with mates drinking. I know things could be a lot worse.
I am spending too long wishing I could trun the clock back, at least if I were in the UK I would feel at home.
Thanks for reading
and sorry if this just comes across as a self-indulgent whinge.