Asking for coping tips, and also if you think I'm unreasonable (I think I am but can't help it right now)
DH and I moved to my native country 6 months ago. Things haven't been easy, it's taken longer to find jobs that I thought it would for both of us, but now things are finally getting better, I got a job I'll start in a few weeks and DH got a job here too. Just before he was offered this job he was offered a short term gig (he's in a freelance industry) back in London where we used to live, and he really wanted to take it. I said okay even though I knew it's be tough in my own w the kids. We are staying at my parents house temporarily, but they are old and not terribly no helpful for a variety of reasons whichever would take too long to explain, but suffice it to say that I do everything w the kids apart from them occasionally cooking a meal or playing with the kids for 30 mins now and then. It's still a lot better than if I was on my own completely with them, I'm fully aware, but it's still tough. Kids are 2 and 4 and the youngest wake up several times a night still, and they're up at 6am usually. Back to the story, just after DH decided to take the job in London he got offered the job here, which would start immediately. Technically he was in a position to easily turn down the London gig, but he wouldn't not as he said he didn't want to burn his bridges. Although that company wouldn't mind at all. I'm convinced the main reason he wanted to go was to be with his friends and have a bit of a break. I totally unserstand that given he has no friends in this county and feels lonely and miss London (he's from another Country so no family in London, just close friends). I really thought he deserved this break and wanted to give him the opportunity, so I said okay to him going. But now, a week in, I'm so exhausted and resentful and grumpy. My younger has woken even more snce he left and cries for his dad, and I'm also dealing with finding a flat for us as well a as preparing for starting my new job in the last week he'll be gone. I feel exhausted and stressed out and every time he calls happily walking around London in his way to meet his friends at the pub, I feel resentment brewing. I have many friends here but no time to see them as my parents will not babysit unless absolutely necessary. I feel so jealous of his fun and freedom, I know it's a low emotion and trying not to bottle it in. So far I've managed not to break and be moody towards him or the kids, but feeling near breaking point. Any tips for how to deal with this situation and keep myself calm - and also, AIBU to be annoyed? I wish I was stronger and more independent and generous minded and could just manage all by myself and be happy he's having fun, but right now I feel like a bitter bomb about to explode.