Ok this might be long. I moved away from my family to marry dh who was in the forces. We always intended to move back eventually. In the last 12 months my dm moved from my home town to live nr dsis. She has 2 kids and my dm sees them nearly everyday provides free childcare etc. The town where my dsis and dm live is very expensive.
My dh left the forces for various reasons which I support, but his pay has gone down significantly. I was expecting a promotion but it turns out I am not as well liked/respected at my employers as I thought and have been told I am yet to prove myself. I have no managerial experience. I work kart time and childcare is very expensive. Dh's family are nice but live in South east - even further away from my family and us- and very expensive again.
My dsis and dm tell me about all the lovely things they do together and her kids get the benefit of loving grandparents. They very rarely visit me and seem content with their life without me being around. They tell me they would love me to move back but there is simply no way I can- I can't magic an amazing salary/ job opportunity from thin air and where they are is so costly me and dh would need to triple or quadruple our earnings to be near.
I feel lonely and other than my dh with no support at all. J chose the wrong career, wrong degree, bought in the wrong area (crap schools) and thought my employer had plans for me to move up. I was wrong. We are skint and I am exhausted (repeated infections in my wisdom teeth) plus baby means I sleep little. I feel as though I am am absolute failure and can't see how I can turn it around.
I am well I paid for what I do and they allow me to work part time. The commute is 10 min drive. I have no prospects and don't believe I can earn more elsewhere. I can't envisage a world where I can be close to them, get rid of my money worries and be less lonely. The fact that they do so much together without me hurts so much. I am having some pretty bleak thoughts and keep wondering what my son's life will be like compared to his wealthy, much do red upon cousins who are going to grammar schools. I have failed him and he's not even two years old.