Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness

So, at the end of October, a huge chapter in my life ended. The husband, who I gave up my life in Britain for, chucked his job and announced he was moving back to Utah. When I expressed my dismay, he appeared surprised. So our house would be repossessed, we have no health insurance and I will have to run this house and provide for my kids alone - why was I getting so upset? It's no wonder he hasn't been able to talk with me about this if this is how I react! How can I be so selfish and self absorbed - fancy worrying about how I'll manage and the effect on my kids - the main point is he is happier away from that job. Shouldn't I be happy too?
DS came home finally from Missouri - all buffed up and ready to go. His unit deploys to Iraq next year and he's keen as mustard to get in there and do his bit.
DH moved away mid month - he took as much of his stuff as he could pack but didn't have much to say about when, if ever, he planned to provide the means for us to join him. I'm afraid he's full of it. He likes to be married but doesn't know what being a husband entails. So I'm done with that - nevermore, quoth the raven.
Signing off to stretch out in my big old bed...
(edited as DH pointed out some falsehoods in this post - I corrected the typos)