Forgive me - this could be long.
When I met DH I was the breadwinner. I was travelling with work, I was independent and I was happy. Of course we compromised when I got pregnant, and his career took off and we travelled with that, etc.... I think you know where this is going.
We are from Australia. We moved interstate, away from family - Not that we had any help from them anyway. We then moved overseas - for nearly nine years. He loved his job there. He made brilliant friends, travelled to exiting places - especially during the school holidays, when I had to stay at home with the kids most of the time because we didn't actually earn enough money to enjoy living overseas and take the holidays that moved us to this country in the first place.... I met quite a few people, but of course expats move around a lot, and the country we lived in didn't really socialise much with foreigners. It was lonely, but I put a positive spin on it until one year when he was away for 20 weeks for work and couldn't wrap his head around to being back home. I refused to sign the extended work visa and had all our passports and birth certificates, bank stuff at a friend's place packed up ready to go back unless we went back into counselling, where I heard what a great guy he was for providing this life for me. He also had resentment because I was refusing to find work - which the visa didn't allow, and his hours and travel didn't take into consideration, etc. Counselling was great and it saved our marriage and we stayed for a few more years. Then two years ago we moved back to another city in Australia and I loved it there, but his job didn't work out - not his fault, but my inheritance supported us while we were paying INSANE rent and living costs, etc. He now has another job in a city I loathe. Financially it is a good move and I understand why we are living here. However, we are living in an area which has shitty public transport to the school our two daughters go to. It is nearly an hour each way in nearly 40 degree heat, which I consider to be untenable and through really dodgy areas. Our son has a much easier way to school, so it's no problem. Now I am trapped again doing the fucking school run - and he signed a fifteen month lease. His standard answer to any problem that he doesn't want to think about is "It'll be alright." This is his code for "You sort it out". I am so sick and tired of facilitating everybody else's life at my own expense. I want and need to get out and work before I turn into a flipping potato. To top this off, this fucking stupid house has no storage and no dishwasher. BUT oddly enough - it is right between his two best friend's houses. I wonder what was priorities he had when he was looking at houses while I was helping the kids finish up at their schools last term??? Oh, did I mention that he's joined the old baseball club that he played in when he was a kid - and signed our son up? Guess when they train? Wed, Thurs, Fri. They play Sat & Sun. Who has to organise the girl's things for these days then? He's now decided he's going to be on the fucking committee. When was this discussed? (Oh yes, his job still involves a shitload of travel, and antisocial hours......). I'm so fucked off that he has no concept of any of the sacrifices I have made for him. I'm this close to walking and leaving him with the kids to deal with. Do you know why? I dared to make a comment about the city. I may not have been as enthusiastic about this house as he is. In fact the more enthuses, the more I realises he knows I'm underwhelmed. I'm not a fucking Stepford Wife at all. The more I write this, the more I realise how resentful and hurt I am. When he gets back from his latest trip away - and the resultant ego boost - he's in for a shock. Any advice would be awesome.