byGinene

Now I’ll jump to the end of the last chapter of my life. And I don’t mean the actual last chapter of my life, like it’s the end of my life right now. I mean the last chapter before the chapter that I’m currently in.

After being married for 20 years, my husband decided to leave me. Turned out that he had been having an affair and wanted to live with the girlfriend but I didn’t know that at the time. I desperately tried to hang on to him, even once I knew about the girlfriend. He went back and forth between us for more than a year. It was a chaotic, stressful time with no peace for anyone.

About a year after he left, I received a message from a good friend of mine, subject line ‘Want to come live and work in Bermuda?’ At that point, I was no longer speaking to my ex and neither was my younger son. I talked to my son about it and he said ‘let’s go.’ So I responded to my friend that I was interested and discussion began. We flew down and checked out the situation in Bermuda. I came to an agreement with the new employer. We were all set.

As it turned out, my younger son decided not to come along. He wanted to stay in Canada cause he had a girlfriend. And by the time I actually made the move, my ex was back living with me and promising to join me once the house sold. I still proceeded to leave, wanting to believe that my ex would actually follow me and we would live happily ever after.

I think if I’m being honest, I knew he wouldn’t join me. But I held into that for a while. I finally gave up all hope of him joining me about a year and a half after I got here. I know… slow to catch on.

So that’s how I ended up in Bermuda… alone…