First post. I am feeling some guilt, but it comes and goes, and I don't know what to think anymore.
I have 2 kids. We used to live in town A. I met my Husband around 7 years and and he lived in town B, which is 30 minutes away by car. His job is in town C, which is a further 10 mins away. I work from home (self employed and can be based anywhere).
Things got serious over time and we got married. For 4 years he did the 40 minute commute to and from work (40 mins each way). We said that when the kids went to Uni, that we would move to town B, as it's beautiful and we would have no High School ties to town A. Both kids would have left and be living in Halls (that's what they wanted, to get the full Uni experience).
But, one night, whilst still living in town A, I was browsing property porn and bang, there is a lovely house on the seafront in town B, in our price range. This is very, very rare. Like maybe a once in 10 year opportunity.
We arrange a viewing and buy it.
Kids stay here 4 nights a week, and have 3 at their Dads, who is 5 mins from school. As they are here over the weekend, I only have to run them to school 2 days a week. All good and the school run was 30 mins there and 30 back. We would have lovely chats in the car and I made them fresh coffee for the run.
Now, emergency roadworks and diversions have made that journey 90 minutes there and 90 minutes back. I cannot take this time away from my job to do that. So, they are staying at their Dads till they break up from school.
He lost his driving licence for driving when drunk. So DD and DS are having to walk everywhere in the pissing rain.
And I am cursing myself for moving before they were actually away to Uni.
They are 17 and almost 19. Am I being silly? I feel out of reach and shit!