Sorry I haven’t replied before now. I genuinely appreciate each reply so much, thank you for taking the time it means such a lot.
I spoke to my husband honestly. He is really gutted that I am still feeling so bad and says he is willing to move anywhere, do anything. But I just think it’s too late. I don’t think I’ll ever be happy now wherever we go. I just feel broken inside.
I moved here to be with him 9 years ago and the first child was born the following year. I’ve been feeling down for most of that time, but I’m a very positive person generally and I have fought so hard to be happy here and integrate but the locals just do not want me with capital letters.
I live in a very remote and isolated Welsh-speaking part of Wales. I didn’t want to say so because I expect I’ll be told I’m being silly or whatever. But I don’t care. It’s been a truly horrible experience being English here. My family live 7 hours away and most of my friends 7-8 hours away meaning that visiting with 4 small kids on my own isn’t easy.
At first I went to evening classes to try to learn the language, but people would pretend not to understand me or laugh when I tried to speak it so my confidence just plummeted with it. It also means that I can’t find friends in the usual ways. Going to baby groups meant sitting alone unable to join in with conversations. Ditto every other kind of setting with other people. I gave up going out with DH and his friends because I would just sit there in silence. What else can you do if you don’t speak the language.
I actually went to the one baby group within half an hour of me ever single Monday morning for 6 years. No one ever spoke to me unless I spoke to them, then an awkward reply then back to silence. It’s embarrassing to say that it’s really the only time I sat with other people, so I just kept going for the various babies to have the chance to socialise, and because it was somewhere to go. 6 bloody years.
I think I’m a total weirdo now though. I can’t make friends. I retrained for a new job, my dream job. It meant going to uni 2 hours away for a day a week and I met other English women. It was amazing but I just talked too much, overshared, talked about myself because I had nothing else to talk about. Also because I live 2 hours away from most of them, real friendships aren’t going to happen.
It’s just too late for me. There’s no point spending loads of money moving and uprooting everyone. I’m not suicidal or anything but they’d all be better off without me in their lives. I think I should be living alone somewhere away from everyone. It’s my own fault because I should have left years ago but I didn’t because I thought I could crack it. And now everyone’s having to deal with the result. At least the kids are in bed now though and I can just cry in peace.
Ive fought to be positive and happy for so so long and so SO hard but I’ve finally cracked. I’m sorry for moaning on. I don’t know why I do it it doesn’t even help.
Again, thank you for taking the time to have replied, it really is kind and appreciated.