I am a nuke wife. Consider a divorce. It's easier.
Although, I wouldn't have been as pessimistic as this reply, there is some credence to it. My wife hated the navy. We lived well, didn't have a material want in the world, but to her, all of it was at an unacceptable price. Nukes are the first on and the last off the boat. No Sub or Skimmer CO is going to risk deploying late because the engineroom wasn't ready and on the back side, squadron never really cared either when they pulled the CO off for whatever post deployment debrief the Commodore and Admiral had with him. So before the run and after the run the nukes were left steaming pierside on our lonesome.
The wives were always on the pier waiting when we got home. I would get off and meet mine, but always had to cut it short because I would give E-div a hand with shore power. This upset her because she would notice one nuke in particular always leave early. She asked me why I would go back onboard and I would point to the lady and three kids standing beside her. Her husband couldn't leave until shore power was on. As much as she wanted me to leave too, she at least understood that the woman standing beside her had the same grief and the piece of shit who left earlier hadn't helped anyone but himself.
One time in particular, we just got back from a rather lengthy patrol. I did the usual routine, went pierside to hug the wife and went back below to help E-div. Well, about 30 minutes later someone noticed a "suspicious package" on the pier. Aside from the duty section, go figure the only people who were left on board to handle the security violation/repel borders (BOHICA Baby!) were the nukes. The wives were all escorted out and told to go home and we would call when we could come home.
It never failed: nukes always took it in the rear and the wives of nukes were left with unanswered questions or unvented frustrations. Somehow, the coner excuse that we get propay never really seemed to make up for the headaches.
To the origional poster, and to the peanut gallery chiming in, all I can say is find a friend to commiserate with. Be careful because Navy wives have, arguably, a reputation for being a little coquettish (this is me being polite, the tide box rumors still run rampant). My wife refused to go to any wives club meetings because of the atmosphere there. We became good friends with a handful of others who came from similar backgrounds and had similar value systems. Five years later, we still keep in touch with that group of friends.
I guess, what I am trying to say is that it is not going to be easy for you or your family. Take solace in the fact that their are other wives who share in your misery. They have the same feelings of angst and frustration that you do. Find them, because they are probably as lost as you are. Together you will be all right. Good Luck.