In the 5 months that we have lived here..
Things.. have been hard.. Whatever could have gone wrong has, whatever could be hard has been 10 times harder. I am sure that you would say "Well that's life Rocksee" get your big girl panties on and get going.
I just wish that things would be a little easier. They don't have to be awesome or perfect or sunshine and lollypops. But just a break, please god? A break?
I'm sure that might be too much to ask.
Hub's job has been less than stellar since he started. He's tried SO hard. Gosh he has. Primarily because he didn't want to let me down. He had a hard time trying to get a job when we first got here and once he had this job, he wanted to keep it. Even though I know that it has been a horrible situation for him.
It is very stressful, very demanding and very complex job, which he's tried very hard to learn all that's needed to be successful.
There is a constant hammer of pressure to understand things he's never been a part of and to do them without any errors.
At the beginning he knew there would be a test at the end of his first two months. He's stressed about this test since he started. My darling husband is not the test taker. He puts so much stress on himself that he can't sit down and take tests on things that in real life he knows inside and out.
Something that we both have in common.
I know that this job makes him sad. I know that he will probably get fired because he failed this test.
But... I don't care. I love him and I'm proud of him. I just want to see him smile again. I want him to be happy. Jobs aren't worth this.
So we will survive. We will keep on trying, we will keep on trying to make this work.
But I just wish I could find where that good luck is hiding..