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Deltadeliquent
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Until october of last year I lived in the UK in a beautiful Victorian house surrounded by roses. I taught Textiles in the state school. He worked at the offices of a major supermarket. He had worked for them for forty years and ever since I had known him (10years) he had moaned about working. So when he maxed out his pension I encouraged him to retire early. We decided to move to Canada because of the healthcare situation.
Neither of us have any connection to Canada, (my mom was born there) or spent any time there.
We have a nice house in a beautiful place. We wanted somewhere in the country. Prices and time crunches and silly enthusiasm led us to relocate to a remote island off the BC coast. We bought a house after a three day visit during the summer.
However, the island where I live is very small. The population is too small (-1000) to support a church or service organisations, shops or clubs. There are two stores on the island but not much bigger that a Seven Eleven and two restaurants that are open in the summer only.
Walking seems to be the pastime of choice. The beach, the woods. There is honestly nothing else to do. Most are into the alternative culture and are not very well educated. Nothing wrong with that, we just don’t have anything in common.
He has gone back to work and travels to the UK and to Vancouver for two weeks out of four. I am left behind taking care of the pets, and knitting. I was alone on Thanksgiving even.
He and I live very different lives. Our kids are out of the house. I am incredibly homesick (cry alot!) and want to go back to England. But I would stay here if it saved our marriage. I do have a few aquantinces here, but I wouldn’t call them friends.
I thought that I could live here. I thought it would be OK for me, and I really wanted to make my husband happy. I did not move because I wanted to, but to make him happy. It’s turned out to a bit of The Gift of the Magi.
I struggle to fill my days and sit on the sofa knitting and watching TV most days. The nearest town is two ferry rides away. ( And costs $58.00 to get to). I cannot get to church, join groups, or get a job. We cannot go for dinner and a movie without spending the night in town. We never go anywhere, since it always means at least one over night stay, and the pet sitter. The be honest, I can’t see any thing to visit anyway.
My life has disappeared on me. I am miserable.
I could travel with my husband at least some of the time, but that would not cure the problem. I would be a tourist. I want a life, not to be on vacation all the time.
I feel terrible about this, and we have been having horrible fights about moving. My husband loves this place and doesn’t want to move. And he afraid that if we move, I wont like that place either. He wants a boat, a trailer, more pets.
We made a mistake. That’s all, just a mistake. We didn’t do the homework. I am not the sort of person that can be happy doing nothing all day but walking the dog in the woods. There must be something else to do with the other hours of the day. I feel invisible, totally dependent and useless. He’s not even home half the time, so I’m not about taking care of him. My life now has no meaning or purpose.
He works, travels, sees his family, solves problems, gets paid, reads newspapers, eats out, meets new people, etc. All the things that a life is built on. I have none of that. When he is gone I get up late, and go to bed early. I often go for days, even more than a week without seeing or talking to another soul except through email. When away, my husband does call me once a day.
I am surprised and unhappy with the way he is handling this issue. He is very angry at me for not liking the situation, and has begun to be dismissive and contemptuous of me. He is using money as a weapon, saying he has to work to make sure we are comfortable, especially now that I want to move. The house we moved into was not adequate for our needs and so we put some cash into it. Now those improvements are like a dead albatross around my neck since he says we have put too much into the house to leave it. We have a nice pension, and cash in the bank,no debt at all.
In moments of weakness he has said we could move. He is very resentful and says “you just find a place and I will move!” He acts like he has no idea how to make it happen since he won’t put our present house on the market (and in this market it could take a couple of years to sell) and he refuses to rent or have a mortgage even for a short time.
I sometimes think it would be a kindness on my part to leave him. Then he could stay on his island, and I can go home and get on with life. It would break both our hearts and we love each other very much. At least we did.
I am Catholic, though I haven’t been practicing much, and he is an atheist. After having been a sincerely kind, generous, compassionate and sensitive husband he now is saying there is no meaning in anyone’s life, no purpose. He doesn’t understand my problem. We are all just products of blind biology and nothing more. Not something articulated before, but quite shocking to me.
It is my second marriage, his fourth. We were not married in the Church.
I’m hoping for opinions and advice both from a worldly view and a Catholic view.
So I guess I am asking you guys what you think I should do. Should I make more “noise” and hope he gives in? Should I just take the decision out of his hands and leave? Should I just sit tight and learn to live with the stupefying boredom. If so, how does one do that? I’d welcome any opinion from men too.
I am growing closer to God in all of this, lots of time alone means lots of time to pray…
I can’t bear the thought of this being the rest of my life. I’m 53 and in perfect health. It’s been over a year now.
Neither of us have any connection to Canada, (my mom was born there) or spent any time there.
We have a nice house in a beautiful place. We wanted somewhere in the country. Prices and time crunches and silly enthusiasm led us to relocate to a remote island off the BC coast. We bought a house after a three day visit during the summer.
However, the island where I live is very small. The population is too small (-1000) to support a church or service organisations, shops or clubs. There are two stores on the island but not much bigger that a Seven Eleven and two restaurants that are open in the summer only.
Walking seems to be the pastime of choice. The beach, the woods. There is honestly nothing else to do. Most are into the alternative culture and are not very well educated. Nothing wrong with that, we just don’t have anything in common.
He has gone back to work and travels to the UK and to Vancouver for two weeks out of four. I am left behind taking care of the pets, and knitting. I was alone on Thanksgiving even.
He and I live very different lives. Our kids are out of the house. I am incredibly homesick (cry alot!) and want to go back to England. But I would stay here if it saved our marriage. I do have a few aquantinces here, but I wouldn’t call them friends.
I thought that I could live here. I thought it would be OK for me, and I really wanted to make my husband happy. I did not move because I wanted to, but to make him happy. It’s turned out to a bit of The Gift of the Magi.
I struggle to fill my days and sit on the sofa knitting and watching TV most days. The nearest town is two ferry rides away. ( And costs $58.00 to get to). I cannot get to church, join groups, or get a job. We cannot go for dinner and a movie without spending the night in town. We never go anywhere, since it always means at least one over night stay, and the pet sitter. The be honest, I can’t see any thing to visit anyway.
My life has disappeared on me. I am miserable.
I could travel with my husband at least some of the time, but that would not cure the problem. I would be a tourist. I want a life, not to be on vacation all the time.
I feel terrible about this, and we have been having horrible fights about moving. My husband loves this place and doesn’t want to move. And he afraid that if we move, I wont like that place either. He wants a boat, a trailer, more pets.
We made a mistake. That’s all, just a mistake. We didn’t do the homework. I am not the sort of person that can be happy doing nothing all day but walking the dog in the woods. There must be something else to do with the other hours of the day. I feel invisible, totally dependent and useless. He’s not even home half the time, so I’m not about taking care of him. My life now has no meaning or purpose.
He works, travels, sees his family, solves problems, gets paid, reads newspapers, eats out, meets new people, etc. All the things that a life is built on. I have none of that. When he is gone I get up late, and go to bed early. I often go for days, even more than a week without seeing or talking to another soul except through email. When away, my husband does call me once a day.
I am surprised and unhappy with the way he is handling this issue. He is very angry at me for not liking the situation, and has begun to be dismissive and contemptuous of me. He is using money as a weapon, saying he has to work to make sure we are comfortable, especially now that I want to move. The house we moved into was not adequate for our needs and so we put some cash into it. Now those improvements are like a dead albatross around my neck since he says we have put too much into the house to leave it. We have a nice pension, and cash in the bank,no debt at all.
In moments of weakness he has said we could move. He is very resentful and says “you just find a place and I will move!” He acts like he has no idea how to make it happen since he won’t put our present house on the market (and in this market it could take a couple of years to sell) and he refuses to rent or have a mortgage even for a short time.
I sometimes think it would be a kindness on my part to leave him. Then he could stay on his island, and I can go home and get on with life. It would break both our hearts and we love each other very much. At least we did.
I am Catholic, though I haven’t been practicing much, and he is an atheist. After having been a sincerely kind, generous, compassionate and sensitive husband he now is saying there is no meaning in anyone’s life, no purpose. He doesn’t understand my problem. We are all just products of blind biology and nothing more. Not something articulated before, but quite shocking to me.
It is my second marriage, his fourth. We were not married in the Church.
I’m hoping for opinions and advice both from a worldly view and a Catholic view.
So I guess I am asking you guys what you think I should do. Should I make more “noise” and hope he gives in? Should I just take the decision out of his hands and leave? Should I just sit tight and learn to live with the stupefying boredom. If so, how does one do that? I’d welcome any opinion from men too.
I am growing closer to God in all of this, lots of time alone means lots of time to pray…
I can’t bear the thought of this being the rest of my life. I’m 53 and in perfect health. It’s been over a year now.