For years now I've fantasized about selling everything we own, putting the kids in the car and driving up the coast until we find somewhere nice to live. A place where nobody knows our past, where we can start again from scratch without burden or fear.
I want to leave to escape my ex husband who constantly threatens me and our kids. I can not deal with it anymore, if it weren't for my children I would probably take the easy way out. Life is just about surviving day by day. But I want us all to be free of him and for us to heal and move on with our lives. I hate that we live in a small town and that so many people seem to know about our past. I keep my head down.
I don't care about money or things, they only weigh me down. I know it is immature and unrealistic, but just thinking about it is the only thing that keeps me going. The only dreams I have which aren't nightmares are about us all living in a caravan by the sea. I know that there is no magic postcard town where the neighbours are nice, the surf is up and the weather is warm all year round. But it couldn't be any worse than they way things already are.
A few months ago I asked SO if we could sell everything and just go. He didn't look up from his computer screen and said in a few years we could start thinking about it. He doesn't get it. I need to leave right now. I don't expect him to understand and I don't expect him disrupt his happily packaged life just for me. He is content with a mundane routine but I resent it. I know that in reality I am being ridiculous, selfish even. I just want to live and be free and for my children to do the same.
I guess this is just a rant or maybe I'm hoping for a good hard slap of reality so that I can 'sober up' and move on. Yet I cant help but wonder if anyone else has started again from scratch and if it worked out for them? Or did it just cause more pain and disarray?
I want to leave to escape my ex husband who constantly threatens me and our kids. I can not deal with it anymore, if it weren't for my children I would probably take the easy way out. Life is just about surviving day by day. But I want us all to be free of him and for us to heal and move on with our lives. I hate that we live in a small town and that so many people seem to know about our past. I keep my head down.
I don't care about money or things, they only weigh me down. I know it is immature and unrealistic, but just thinking about it is the only thing that keeps me going. The only dreams I have which aren't nightmares are about us all living in a caravan by the sea. I know that there is no magic postcard town where the neighbours are nice, the surf is up and the weather is warm all year round. But it couldn't be any worse than they way things already are.
A few months ago I asked SO if we could sell everything and just go. He didn't look up from his computer screen and said in a few years we could start thinking about it. He doesn't get it. I need to leave right now. I don't expect him to understand and I don't expect him disrupt his happily packaged life just for me. He is content with a mundane routine but I resent it. I know that in reality I am being ridiculous, selfish even. I just want to live and be free and for my children to do the same.
I guess this is just a rant or maybe I'm hoping for a good hard slap of reality so that I can 'sober up' and move on. Yet I cant help but wonder if anyone else has started again from scratch and if it worked out for them? Or did it just cause more pain and disarray?
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