I will try and keep this brief, although there´s a lot to it
Over 2 years ago I moved abroad with DH, I was pregnant at the time. I came willingly but absolutely hated it from day one. I just knew it wasn´t going to work. I still hate living here now, nothing has become any easier and don´t feel I can carry on much longer.
The feeling of isolation and loneliness amongst many other things is all-consuming. I actually feel like I am dying here. It is having a very negative effect on our relationship and I know I am not being as good a mother as I should be to my DS. I am so very unhappy to the point where I find myself breaking down in public, to the point where I cannot sleep, to the point where I spend all my days full of regret, wanting to turn the clock back. I could go on....
I have made the decision that I am going to go back to the UK. Believe me when I say I have considered every aspect of my decision to the point where it keeps me awake at night. DH is unable to come and would have to carry on working here for the foreseeable future. We don´t know when/if he will be able to get a job back in the UK, especially in the current climate. The plan is he will come to visit at the weekends. I know this is far from ideal and I´m not sure how it will work in reality. I am already feeling the guilt of willingly taking DS away from his father but I know I cannot go on like this for much longer.
I feel so responsible, so selfish, so guilty for being unable to make things work, for breaking up our family. Things are such a mess