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.