We both agreed moving to Norway for some time would be good. Well, in all fairness, it was for me mostly, to look after my parents and get their situation sorted, get wrap around care for my dad to live at home, and get my mum diagnosed and in turn moved into a nursing home. Dh thought, "what the heck, it will be fine, an experience". We run our own company and naively thought we could continue working from Norway, for a uk based company.
We thought we would stay in Norway for good, and embarked on a self build. This was stressful, but fine. The problems occurred after we moved in around Christmas, 9 months after departing from the UK, and discovered the following summer problems with the drainage and ground works around the house.
We spent three years in Norway, and in this time we offloaded my finance related work to somebody else so I got less involved with our business. My parents became a handful, and I were running around like a rabbit trying to sort their care, against their wishes. My oldest son was bullied in school, and did not settle well in school, and did not make many friends outside school. We had let our London house, which was vandalized and caused us headaches stress, money and extra work. Business was not thriving due to our absence. We got into problems with the Norwegian tax authorities due to company, and were advised to open a subsidiary as this would help, crap advice. It did not help, it caused more stress and confusion as I had even more and complicated tax issues to deal with.
So, three years in we returned to the uk, and we have lived here for one year. First in a temporary rental for one week. Then 10 months in a rented house. We had all the paperwork to deal with in terms of moving TO Norway, and moving OUT of Norway, and settling into the renal property, all the hassle of having to do work to the house we own prior to moving in again, and all the admin related to gas, council tax, electricity, insurance, etc. Now I am also busy looking into secondary school options for our oldest son. I have still not got my head properly around to our business, as we are busy settling having spent a month in Norway for holidays with my parents.
My desk is surrounded by mountains of paperwork. All related to house move, bills,final bills from previous house, council tax, water, tv license, starting school again, looking for secondary schools, after school clubs, accounting for the business, and what not.
I cannot complain, I cannot moan about having too much to do, being stressed, feeling overwhelmed, because dh just snaps "Well, it is all because we moved to Norway". That has become his stock reply. I feel like a machine. Like I should be a well oiled machine to deal with all this, but I am not, and I am buckling.
But all I get from him is: "It is because we moved to Norway"
It has been like that for 5 years now, and I dont know how much longer I can take it. The blame is killing me. Yes, it was a mistake to uproot and go. But I think I have paid a very high price, and to keep blaming me is not fair.
He had three years of never cooking (he could not understand the instructions, well that was his excuse), not going to any parents meetings, not being involved in anything school or sports related, and I felt overworked, and he said: "It will be different when we move back to the UK again, as at least I can make phone calls and help with sorting things". Well, that has not happened. He still let me do everything, while he just focuses on work, the kids, and leisure. I have the shit of mundane everyday life. He gets up in the morning, gets to work, takes lunch break, works till around 6 pm, kids go to bed around 8. And he manages to go for runs and bike rids, spinning sessions in the gym. And I am stuck trying to do admin, whether family or work related admin.
He says: "But you are not really working full time right now anyway". And I want to scream because my workload is getting bigger and bigger while I am not able to deal with it, because I dont have proper work space set up, I am working from my living room which is the make shift storage room, with excess furniture, I cant access my folders, because there is stuff crammed right up against my shelves. And while I am sorting house admin, I cant get on with my actual work.
"It is because you spent a month in Norway for Holiday"
or
"It would not be like this if we had not left the UK"
I have tried telling him that he is ruining our marriage with this blame, that I cannot live like this, and that if we shall have any chance of getting this behind us, we need to work together, and not shift all blame, responsibility and workload in relation to it, to me. He agrees, but then, he goes off on one again.
Like now, just because I asked him to sort out the tax disc. He started ranting again, because our insurance quote came up £150 more expensive with our new address details. He was angry that I paid. I checked online at the same time, and other insurers came up with similar prices.
It is so easy for him. Shift responsibility for things to me, then be annoyed if it is not to his liking. I am hurt and pissed off. 
I dont want to get divorced. I just dont want to live with this blame any more.