There is no point to this other than getting it off my chest and momentarily indulging in feeling sorry for myself.
I met DP while I was on a working holiday of sorts in his home country (ie not the UK). Fell in love, and thus my working holiday became indefinite.
Fast forward to now: we still live in DP's country, but DP has just been headhunted for a job in London with an amazing salary. It is pretty much his dream job, and it wouldn't exist here in this country. And it is my dream to live in London again, which I miss a lot, which is where my closest friends live and which is still my favourite city.
But it is out of the question as he has his DS here, where we live now.
I am not for one second suggesting he should actually take this job and move to a different country from his DS. He wouldn't consider it and I wouldn't want him to, I respect him more for being committed to being an active parent. And there is just nothing to justify DS having his hands-on father taken away from him.
But its just hard anyway. Its one of those things I never thought through during the whole falling in love stage, that by committing to a relationship with a man with a child you are committing to live in the place where the child is for the next 18 years. A massive part of choice about your future is taken away. I'm sort of stuck in a country I never intended to live in in the long term, though at the same time it's not as if I hate it or anything, I chose to come here in the first place. Its just that now I can't choose to go home again. Sigh.
Right, will try to snap out of it now and move on...