Hi everyone, yes I did get my citizenship. My grandmother would be so proud.
I taught Textiles in high school in England. We are older than most of you guys, in our fifties. he retired early, and i just dropped working. I had a life there. What possessed me?
I'm old enough to know better...
I moved to Canada with my English husband after eight years in the UK because he wanted to live there. I warned him that I had no feeling of relation to Canada, and I stupidly went along with it because I wanted to give him something no one else could.
We moved to a little island off the coast of BC.(Cortes) We get twice the rainfall than London! I am so miserable, I can't even properly express it. The people are "alternative" types that I don't fit in with. There are no jobs here, AT ALL. There is no social life here especially in the winter, unless you count smoking pot.
He works two weeks out of four , one week in the UK, and one in Vancouver. I get to sit in the wilderness and watch over the pets. I am alone in a tiny community where i just dont fit in. the nearest town takes two ferry rides and about three hours to get to.
He gets to see his friends and family. I get to watch daytime TV...
He says he can't understand why I am so miserable. He has really changed as well. He is no longer the sweet, caring husband I knew I the UK. He is being a hard a** about it.
I haven't even told him I want to go back. I'm telling him I want to be less isolated.
We are looking at moving to another island that has more people. But it is still pretty full of old hippys like the one I'm on now. So I'm not sure if it will do the trick.
It's been a year now, and I did go back to the UK in Sept. it was a revelation. I belong there. Plain and simple.
I don't want to leave him, but there might not be another way.
I'm beyond stir crazy, beyond cabin fever. I loathe this place.
I'm so, so sad. We had a great relationship, and a fun and interesting life. Now he has that plus his rugged individualist life. I have nothing.
I'm heartbroken.