Oh what a day!!!
First the what ifs started. Not the good kind either.
What if I can't sell the house?
What if I can't find a decent job there?
What if I get there and we find that the problems we had together weren't just a result of a rat race lifestyle?
What if I get there and I hate it?
Then I started questioning if my sweetie really loved me.
Why did she do this so quickly?
Why couldn't she wait for all of us to go together?
Maybe she's using this as a way to leave me or control me?
The last couple years of our life together has been tough since we have jobs where we are on call 24-7. Her more so than me for the last 2 years and before that it was me. We're sick of it. We never talk because we know that as soon as we start the phone will ring. We had one 6 day vacation in the last 5 years and both of us took work calls during them.
I keep forgetting that I want this too. I encouraged her to pursue that job. I saw the beautiful little homestead we could have when she bought that house.
What if I find a good job?
What if I really like it there?
What if I can sell the house and make a bit of money off of it?
She did this quickly because it was a job that uses her skills, pays decent for the area, and should be relatively low stress compared to managing a hotel. She did this because she wants what I want - a life where work stays at work and family endures.
She couldn't wait, because it actually took a long time to get the job and I actually encouraged her to take it.
If she's trying to control me, it seems pretty dumb to try to do it from 4000km away. If she's trying to leave me, why would she keep calling me and telling me she loves me. Why would she cry when she tells me she misses me?
I'll get through this. Plus I promised her I would join her down there. I haven't made many promises in my life, but I've yet to fail to keep one. That's a core belief that I need to maintain and keep with. Being a man of my word is a big part of my self-worth and I've done that so I AM worth something!
Thanks for letting me bend your ear, or eyeball as the case may be.
Cheers,
Guy
PS Davit, I read some of your blog. You, sir, are an inspiration!