This will probably out me, but never mind.
I left my job 4 years ago so DH and I could come out to the Middle East to work. Since then, I haven't worked at all, but we have had twins who are now toddlers, and I was just starting to think about looking for a job (I am very employable over here) now they are a bit older.
The main reasons for moving here were because our lifestyle in the UK was awful - we lived in a tiny house, had a big mortgage, I absolutely HATED my job with a passion (had bullying bosses and was receiving counselling for it) and DH was commuting 2-3 hours a day into London and back.
Since we have been here, DH has been promoted. Money is good, but we don't save any money, as cost of living here is astronomical. But we are comfortable.
He has been unhappy in his job for about a year; the contracts which he is responsible for managing are slowly disappearing and they are trying to employ more locals instead of expats, so he feels a bit insecure in general.
Other than that, he seems to have it quite good to be honest - a good team, good relationship with his bosses, nice lunches out, always leaves at 5pm on the dot, short commute etc.
Over the last year too, our relationship has been a bit crap - we don't have a sex life at all, and he's been a little insensitive sometimes towards how hard I have found things as a SAHM, which has made me lose a bit of respect for him I guess. Having twins has been an epic strain on our relationship, but he is a good dad and he genuinely pulls his weight around the house very well indeed.
A couple of months ago, completely out of the blue, he told me that he'd applied for a job in the UK. I was completely shocked by this, as I had no idea how hard he'd been finding things at work - he was saying he couldn't take it any more, that he had to leave before the job caused him to have a breakdown etc. I was pretty devastated, because (a) I don't want to go back to the UK and (b) I kind of assumed we would discuss any major international move before planning anything.
I'm not anti-UK in general; the problem I've actually got with going back is that he HAS to work in London because of the nature of his work, I've had a 4-year career break and am not going to find it easy to get a job any more, plus we are now a family of 4 plus cat plus dog and we would seriously struggle to live within commuting distance of London, plus I know he would be miserable again commuting. If we could go anywhere else in England, I would be happy to go back, but not to London.
Anyway I've put my concerns to one side and he's been merrily applying for jobs ever since. Thankfully, not all of them in the UK, so I was actually starting to feel a little bit positive about moving on.
I have tried to be supportive. I've been seeing a counsellor myself to help me deal with ongoing depression, which I think started when the twins were born, and this has helped me try and get my head around supporting my husband. We are also starting marriage counselling anyway next week because of the ongoing lack of sex etc.
This morning though, he dropped an absolute clanger, and I have gone from trying to be supportive to feeling downright angry with him and feeling very unsupportive.
Basically, as we were sat in bed this morning, he announced that he was probably going to hand his notice in and we would all move back to the UK ASAP and live off savings, as he would find job hunting easier to do from the UK.
The problem is, we don't have many savings (he knows this) and he also has a history of being a bit crap with responsibility (seems to be a bit of a family trait I'm afraid) and I just feel like he needs to man the fuck up and not put his family in jeopardy like this.
He has a history of catastrophising everything, always exaggerates about literally everything he ever talks about (which is why I kind of tuned out to how bad his job was earlier last year), whenever he is feeling negative about something has to share the misery out so everyone feels miserable etc etc.
It would literally cost us thousands of pounds just to move back to the UK (exporting our stuff plus our pets plus flights plus rental deposit on a house plus other setting up home expenses) and we would be living off thin air as soon as we landed. This would be fine with a job to go back to, but without a job? No way.
He is at work today and I've been stewing all day over this, so I just needed to write it all down and get some perspective.
I've been in an awful job, which nearly killed me, which I stuck at for 7 years before we moved here. It was so bad that I was getting counselling on the NHS and regularly thought about crashing my car into a tree on the way into work every day, and cried on the way home. I would never have just left though and relied on him to pay the mortgage. But I do have sympathy for the toll that a bad job can take.
The thing is, I don't understand what is SO bad about his job that warrants such an extreme reaction from him, a husband, a father. I know he feels a bit insecure at work, and the working environment IS difficult in the Middle East, but he has a great relationship with his colleagues and the work itself isn't particularly stressful or difficult.
Am I being a selfish twat? Honestly? How are we going to get through this? What shall I say to him tonight? Because right now I want to rip his head off as soon as he walks through the door and lecture him about how he's been brought up with absolutely zero sense of responsibility harsh but fair and that now he is a husband and a dad he needs to find other ways of dealing with his shit without bringing the rest of us down.