Last week, my husband informed me that I'm miserable. He said the only time I smile any more is when I'm with my son. I got defensive and very woe is me like and asked is that why I can't make any friends here - because I have an air of misery?? Followed by a quick exit of the room to go and clean something (that's what woman do. We clean things when we're upset). Later when I was ready to talk, I asked him, 'Is that really how you see me?' He said, 'yes, but I know why you're miserable and I know what I have to do to change it.' So, we're going back to the States. Wayne hopes to do it next summer, but there is a lot to be done before then so as long as it doesn't take another 2 years, I'm just glad the decision has been made. We've talked about doing it before, but then the recession hit and our businesses suffered and the plans had to be nixed. We're doing better now and we're goi...
The misadventures of a Jersey Girl that crossed the pond