This is going to be a long post. My eyes are puffy from crying and I can't hardly see. I just want to take a sleeping pill and wake up tomorrow have a cup of coffee and pretend I never mentioned a word to anyone about anything.
I haven't been eating or sleeping lately because I am sick with worry. I already have so many reservations and apprehension about leaving and my husband and I have been tossing this idea around for over a year. We have a small window of opportunity to move, and this seems the most appropriate time as there are some job prospects for my husband and a place to live (but those won't be available forever).
My husband and I have been married for 10 years and have 3 children. He has been ready to get back home since he came here and our visit last year just made it worse. He is 47 years old and has really no future of retirement here. I am not working because daycare is about $1300+ a month (this will relate to another point here further down). I am 35 and plan on going back to work again in a year or two when my middle child is in pre-k or Kindergarten. Even if I can get work or go back to teaching, the area in which I hold my degree), I don't know how I can make enough money in 15 years to support him and save up retirement money for myself, no to mention having money to put our kids through school if they choose to go.
He has two ailing parents in their 70s; mine are in their 60s. One of his reasons to go is to be able to be near his parents. Another reason is for retirement, sick pay, health care, and vacation pay. Here he's lucky to get 2 weeks max. and those days are usually taken in 1 and 2 day increments when the work is slow to make up for loss of hours/wages. My husband also feels that our children will receive a better education there and likes the "safety net" the social system provides.
My mom and dad wanted to spend some time today with my two younger children and came to get us, etc. My dad sensed my tension and asked me what was wrong and I told him I couldn't really say- a bunch of things. So I started talking to them about it for the fourth time this year. Every time I bring up moving it turns ugly. My mom starts yelling and crying. I'm in the back bawling and about to hyperventilate.
They bring up every aspect of why this would be the worst possible decision of my life. Granted, my marriage has not been perfect, whose is? My mom is telling me how things are going to get worse between us and I'll have no where to fall back on, no support. She says she doesn't really think I love my husband and that I "tolerate" him. I thought love involved tolerance- but okay. At this point, my mother is yelling at me.
My parents bring up how we'll never be able to do anything up there even though there's 4+ weeks holiday at work. My dad said, "My own grandsons won't remember me and I'll only get to see them maybe two more times before I'm dead." My mom also mentioned that my awkward 8-year old will be even worse off in school and that he'll get picked on even more because he'll even more different. My child is bullied pretty badly because he is tall and skinny; he loves to read, doesn't play sports, likes to build things. He's naturally introverted and tends to get sad easily. My mom was laying it on thick about how this move might "destroy" my son. This is tearing me up the most, of course.
Then they talk about how bad the weather is and how I'm just in love with the enchantment of the scenery and all that b.s. Yes, I saw how Scotland was beautiful but I went in March, so I also know how bleak it can look too! "How are you going to handle living in a 'row' house/town house?" They asked. I think he was referring to council houses or adjoined houses, etc. "You'll be miserable!" They shouted. Okay, that one was valid because I have always lived in the country on an acreage.
After just a 15 minute drive, I asked them to take me home. Then they came into the house and held my children for 30 minutes, like it was going to be their last time. I wanted them to leave so bad so I could call someone, but I don't have anyone I can talk to right now.
They think the best thing is for my husband to get into a job where he gets more time off (oh, now there's a solution to our problem)
. I don't think they understand. Right now, the economy is so bad, no one's hiring. He can't leave his job for less pay, etc. After my third son was born, I told them I would like to go back to work and begin building some job experience again, even if it's part-time. I asked my mom, if she wouldn't mind keeping my younger two a few days a week for me. Her response is, "No, we can't do that. We want to do some travelling." Fair enough. They go to the Grand Canyon, the Tetons, etc. Next fall they plan to go to New York again. They go on two or three hour drives to do whatever they want during the week. This irks me right to the bone is they want to offer all this "advice" and are living the life they want to live while my husband's toiling a way in a job he'll have to do until he drops dead probably. They do help me some expenses, which is nice, but after today that has all stopped.
What the hell is going on here? Sorry. I am just sick with sadness and anger at the same time. So what am I supposed to do? Keep my husband here where he's miserable and never try to do anything new because I'm afraid they'll never see my children again. Isn't it kind of selfish? Isn't it kind of selfish that my parents-in-law have missed out on seeing our kids grow up? My father-in-law had never seen my children until last year!
So my parents are hellbent on keeping me here or making me even more miserable over there. My dad, however, did say that he's happy as long as I'm happy.
I try to tell them if it doesn't work out, I can come back. The visas only for 2 years anyway. Sure, we'd have to start over back here. There are hundreds of thousands of Americans starting over right now after being foreclosed on after the last crash. I don't know what to do but my head is actually hurting, thumping from the tension.
Sorry this is so long. You all must thing my family is majorly dysfunctional. They are very possessive of my children, but I really don't think they care about me otherwise they wouldn't have put me through this. I just have to get it out to somebody because it is ripping me up inside.