I've posted here a couple of times before and the different perspectives and answers you hear provoke reflecting on life in different ways.
What I cannot avoid however is that all reflecting appears to conclude with "well at the least the grass here is slightly less brown than on the other side...probably" or words to similar effect.
I'll summarise weighing it up here:
Living with wife and 3 kids in Canada:
+ I'm with the people I know I love most and need me the most for both their own mental and physical support.
+ Potential for a better job due to our inner city housing location.
+ It feels good to be being loyal to both marriage vows and simply the notion of "what the right thing to do" is.
- Any time for myself to unwind and relax is extremely limited.
- The demands of looking after 3 children and a more than demanding wife (bi-polar and emotionally scarred from an event in childhood) results in a high-stress life both socially and financially.
- There's a distinct feeling that I don't really belong here. The house hasn't changed whatsoever to cater to any needs created by living here and it's resulting in the feeling of being a bit of a burden. As I also don't know very many people or the geographical area very well I feel isolated and unable to leave the house.
Being in the UK, living with parents [with aim to move with employment]:
+ Freedom to go pursue other activities when stressed or in need of a new experience to prevent life getting excessively monotonous.
+ I would be in a society that both understands me more and that I turn would understand and relate to better.
+ My relationship with my blood family wouldn't be quite as atrocious as it is now (it's very hostile to say the least).
- I'd be abandoning my loyalties, which in turn would likely cause incredible emotional damage for my wife, inherited children and myself. I wouldn't be entirely sure I could live with myself if I gave up.
- I would still have to cope with living in a household that would not want me around and in a remote, isolated location.
I'd love to be able to talk to my wife about most of the feelings I have but it simply can't happen (hence I'm here haha). Any time I bring an issue up I either get:
= '1-upped', as in I get told about worse experiences she has had before I was around to help.
= Told to grow up and act like a "real/proper parent".
= Or simply just plain shouted at and then ignored.
I'd love to have a civilized, sensible conversation with her so we could deal with our issues together but getting attacked makes me more emotionless as a way of coping with the onslaught and consequently we get nowhere.
...at least getting this all out there feels a bit better, if only temporarily!
Thanks for reading through my waffling.