ALERT ALERT - This post is long. Like INSANELY long.
I have been such a complete and total idiot. Warning: this post is for people with some serious time to kill, people who aren't afraid of long, convoluted stories. I've posted snippets of the situation under different names. If you recognise me, please dont call me out.
I've just read back over a thread I created two years ago. Two FUCKING years ago. Maybe some of you are still around. I need to write all this down in honest detail so I can get my mind straight and ask you for practical help. There's a bit of backstory here and it's important:
I had spent my life going back and forth between France and the UK. I could never make my mind up about which one I wanted to live in. In July 2016, after the referendum results came out, I panicked and moved to France, thinking we might not be able to move to the EU afterwards. I then moved all the way up to the north of France to be with my DP in January 2017. That's where this thread comes in:
www.mumsnet.com/Talk/relationships/3012669-Hes-from-the-country-Im-from-the-city-feel-like-am-slowly-dying?pg=1
So now fast forward more than two years, coming up to THREE FUCKING YEARS. I should have listened to the advice on that thread. But I still willfully believed I could change things. I didn't move to the city, like posters suggested I should. He said it would inevitably mean the end of our relationship and I still had the thought that maybe something could change. Cue a year of me feeling tearful, isolated and furious. I started drinking more and developed a swallowing problem - you read that right, as in I became so tense, I was having trouble swallowing food, out of fucking nowhere, never having had any issues with food my whole life.
Finally, this spring, it came to a head, with him STILL not agreeing to even the suburbs of the city. I finally managed, after a year and a half, to convince him to move to a village a 15-minute train ride from the city, and so we moved house. We thought it would be a compromise. Yep, that's right. I wanted the city and ended up in the fucking country!
It's now been five months. The house is beautiful. But I'm paying through the nose for a house I don't want, in a place I don't want. Im financially worse off than I was three years ago, which my mum is really pissed off about. I had to do some massive soul-searching. This time here has forced me to think about who I am.
What I really want is to move back to the UK. My time in 'purgatory' has taught me what barriers I have for myself in a relationship. I never knew that before. I'll never erase so much of what I am for the sake of a relationship before. I say he's a nice guy, and he IS a nice guy. He's comforting and warm, I feel respected by him. But he hasn't listened to me, has he? He has been unwilling to try any kind of significant compromise for the sake of 'us', and so I've been a fool trying it on my side. Even this house in a village nearer the city - it sounds like a compromise for him, but really it's just an extra 15 min drive away from his family, and a house he could never have afforded alone.
For awhile, I tried nagging and cajoling him into moving to a different part of France, but who was I kidding? He couldn't even contemplate moving 30 minutes up the fucking road, so that was never going to happen. So I gave up. Now, living in this house in the village near the city, I don't even talk to him about how I feel about it, or about wanting to move back to the UK because I know he will just stonewall me. And as nice as he is, he just doesn't seem to be willing to help me. I pay way more of our expenses, because I earn more. But he only works 5 hours a day, and its in his own small business he has - I've given him ideas for upscaling it and said I would help, but he doesn't want to, because upscaling it would require moving it out of the village where all his childhood friends and his mum and sister live. Every day, he goes and eats lunch with his mum. All his business stock, he stocks at his sister's. Even when we moved to this house in the village nearer the city, he's never suggested coming into the city with me, ever. He just keeps commuting back to his childhood village. To make matters worse I was supposed to be all happy and enthusiastic about hanging out with his friends, who all have kids and have never left the village and think I'm weird, and his family too.
Again, with the niceness - nice on one level, but on another, weirdly ununderstanding. I can't help but think that maybe if I was the one having everything my own way, I'd be pretty relaxed too. But it's almost become a kind of "joke" with us that I'm crazily over emotional. He doesn't seem to understand that my rage has often spilled over and been expressed in unrelated things.
On a day to day basis our relationship is pretty smooth and comfy feeling. Just as long as we don't talk about the future. I get it now. Back when I posted in 2017, I was still trying to figure out how to change him. But now I understand he's not going to change. We won't ever move.
I started a writing group in the city and that has given me some new friends. Also, my time in 'purgatory' gave me another amazing thing: the sheer fucking boredom and desperation to finally write the novel I always said I would write. It's written. I'm now just editing the first draft. And I've been taking the Eurostar to London once a month for a writing group. The time in the UK has taught me that no matter how much I love France, the UK is where I want to be most of the time. I miss my friends, pubs, writing buddies in my own language.
At the same time though, because I moved around so much as a kid and adult, I reckon I'll always have that grass is greener mindset, and I'll always be reluctant to fully shut the door on one or another. And in that sense, Brexit put a fucking spanner in the works. Where I once could just have upped and left safe in the knowledge I could come back anytime, that's not the case anymore.
So here's my plan:
- I want to hold on for another 9 months by which stage I could get French nationality before I go
- I want to think about buying a house in the UK straight away: is this even possible when you're not living there? It would just feel better than returning back almost as if the last 3 years hadnt mattered, back in a rental on my own aged 32 and with fucking nothing to show for it!
My partner could move back to his village and because my work is remote and the Eurostar is so handy, we can go back and forth and have something of an unconventional relationship: unless it doesn't work, and I guess that's that.
Am I being stupid though? I dont think I am. But am I throwing away some French countryside idyll with a nice man? I want to do this though. It feels right. At the same time, I feel sad and like I've somehow failed.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading it. I just needed to get it all out. It's been kinda like 2.5 years of hardcore psychotherapy for myself. I've felt really alone and confused and angry. My life now is literally unrecognisable from 2016.
I guess what would be helpful is if anyone can say whether I'm doing the right thing, whether they've experienced similar. Also, it is a good idea to try and hang on for citizenship first, right? I dont want these years to have been for nothing. What about the buying a house thing and mortgages? Also, should I talk to him about this now? Is it necessary? He's going to be so shocked and hurt.