Sigh! One one level I know I'm over reacting but on another level I just feel so sorry for myself at the moment.
I moved interstate to be with my vet. I left my then 16 year old daughter behind. I left all my friends and family. I took a massive pay cut to move to a rural area. I know those were my decisions, but they were made based on some conversations I had had with my vet about finances and family visits.
After I moved I discovered that money is a major stressor for him and to try and minimise his stress levels, rather than admit I can't afford things I ran up credit cards.
I know all of these things were my choice and I'm not blaming him but I now find myself hating my job and feeling trapped because in a small town its not that easy to find another job, up to my eyeballs in debt which is going to take years to pay off and instead of being in a secure loving relationship where none of the other things matter I'm on the PTSD roller coaster. (Again - I knew that before I moved so I can't blame him - I went into this with my eyes wide open.)
This morning he called me and said he couldn't find something of his since we moved and asked me (in his usual harsh NCO tone) whether I had thrown it out. I told him that if he'd done his own damn packing instead of leaving me to do it all then he would know where his shit is. And then I burst into tears.
I feel as though I have worked so hard all my life - in my career, as a mother and in relationships. To find myself staring at being 40 my next birthday with nothing at all to show for all my hard work is not where I thought I would be.
I realise this is a first world problem - I'm not actually starving, I don't have a devastating medical diagnosis, etc. But you know what? I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.
I moved interstate to be with my vet. I left my then 16 year old daughter behind. I left all my friends and family. I took a massive pay cut to move to a rural area. I know those were my decisions, but they were made based on some conversations I had had with my vet about finances and family visits.
After I moved I discovered that money is a major stressor for him and to try and minimise his stress levels, rather than admit I can't afford things I ran up credit cards.
I know all of these things were my choice and I'm not blaming him but I now find myself hating my job and feeling trapped because in a small town its not that easy to find another job, up to my eyeballs in debt which is going to take years to pay off and instead of being in a secure loving relationship where none of the other things matter I'm on the PTSD roller coaster. (Again - I knew that before I moved so I can't blame him - I went into this with my eyes wide open.)
This morning he called me and said he couldn't find something of his since we moved and asked me (in his usual harsh NCO tone) whether I had thrown it out. I told him that if he'd done his own damn packing instead of leaving me to do it all then he would know where his shit is. And then I burst into tears.
I feel as though I have worked so hard all my life - in my career, as a mother and in relationships. To find myself staring at being 40 my next birthday with nothing at all to show for all my hard work is not where I thought I would be.
I realise this is a first world problem - I'm not actually starving, I don't have a devastating medical diagnosis, etc. But you know what? I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.