Hard graft

I accepted a job in a fast food joint, flipping burgers. Sometimes I feel like a failure, like I have settled for less. I just don't know what to do. And George has refused to say anything about the situation. He has remained adamant about finding the sort of job he had back home. What makes it worse is that after sending out tons of applications, he hasn't even had a single call to be interviewed. What does this all mean? We had a screaming row the other day. I told him to wake up and stop burying his head in the sand. He still insists it's all my fault we are here. My advice to everyone is to make sure there are no unresolved issues between you and your partner before embarking on any new venture. I thought this would be a new beginning for us, time to be alone and sort ourselves out. But no. Cried myself to sleep. I miss my mum.

A friend at last

I met a nice lady at the kids' school. She's a parent too. Canadian lady. Very nice. Her name is Sue. We arranged to meet up outside the school and we just sat somewhere and had drinks. It was nice to unburden myself to someone else. I haven't really felt I could talk to anyone of our friends. That would be tantamount to washing our filthy linen in public. Sue was very understanding. She thinks I should stop being so picky about a job and just take anyone, at least something to guarantee me some income while George keeps sulking. He still blames me for putting us in this situation, the coward.