I've been back and forth for the past year. We actually decided I was going to move over there, told all my family, started getting paperwork together...then changed our minds and decided he was coming here, told our families, started getting paperwork together...and here we are now...a year later...deciding I'm going to move over there, told all my family, started getting paperwork together...this time is for real though. And yeah, I have my excited days that I can't wait to get over there and meet new people and eat fish and chips everyday...then I have my depressed days that I can't believe I won't just be able to drive 6 miles down the road to see my mom and steal some tomatoes off her plants for a salad. I also felt like my hubby has been dragging his feet in getting things done on his end in England. I'm sure it's not his fault, but with all the stress and my nerves shot all to hell, I had actually convinced myself that he was doing it on purpose so I couldn't get my visa because he didn't want me to come live there and he really wanted a divorce. Yes, female hormones and emotions are crazy things...especially under this much pressure with very little support from friends or family. That's when I took it upon myself to get everything done, even the stuff in the UK. I would just call my hubby and say, "I've already notified the bank, just go pick up the statements", etc. That of course, led to another argument about how I was being a "dictator" and telling him what to do all the time. In which case I gladly offered to let him do all the legwork for the visa and do everything himself...in which case we'd still be waiting 7 years from now to live together...finally. Anyway, I definitely feel your pain and I know how hard it can be on you, him...and the relationship.