Technically I am Brit but spend most of my life in NZ
In order I have been:
Single
Married
In a four still married to the same man (the happiest of all the stages)
In a commune (hopeless due to the gender balance)
In a four and married to the same man (We never got the ?magic? back and it was all v v v sad)
Married (this ended in an amicable divorce, we just drifted apart. Also v sad)
Single
In a pair with another lady
I had the regular six monthly email from my former husband this morning. He still lives in NZ. It has left me feeling so low.
He was a great supporter during the fostering we did. Male perspective and all that. The Authorities in NZ were very non progressive about alternative life styles in foster parents and there were lots of rows and ill-feeling and angst between us and them.
After a silly idealistic spell in a commune we went back to living as a four but the magic and joy seemed to have gone from our joint lives. J got pregnant then lost the baby and although we all tried so hard to pull it back together it could not be mended. We tried living as 2 couples, just house sharing, but that was just as bad. We were making each other so very unhappy and just 12 months after leaving the commune we split for good.
I don?t think my then husband and I ever truly got over this split. We started living separate lives and just drifted apart and then into an amicable divorce. I last saw him 3 years ago when he waved me goodbye at Christchurch airport.
I don't know what to do, where I am or where to go. Really screwed up inside all the time.