This is the third time, I have tried to respond to your question Kikki.
Going to New Zealand was the smartest thing I ever did for myself. First it got me out of the faces of my children. They were hurting so badly for me, as my mother had just passed away, I had nursed her through to the end and their father was lost somewhere on the Goodship Lala Land. They wanted to help me, knew they couldn't. I just couldn't bare putting them through this anymore. They were ages 19 - 26 at the time. Oldest two had just married, less then a year. Oldest daughter had miscarried that Christmas and had found out she was pregnant again. She certainly did not need the stress. This was not a good start to their marriages.
I was working 3 jobs when I met my husband back in 1976. I had heard that if you took a lot of money to New Zealand you could live like a queen. I was fixing to have myself the adventure of my life. Then my h came into my life. By June of 1977, I was Mrs. Stayed. New Zealand was my unfulfilled dream.
Going to New Zealand was my stand. I was finished being dominated/controlled by my husbands crisis. I was determined to find the strong, capable, independent woman I was before I became Mrs. Stayed, mother of 5, officer's wife... blah, blah... blah. Before I handed over my identity and life. I felt so weak, powerless, I knew I had to figure out how I had gotten into such a pathetic state.
The beauty of N.Z., he couldn't simply grab a flight and chase me down. Believe me, my h was quite capable of that. Also, he was a needy clinger. He needed to know I was there for him, whenever he wanted to come home. Somehow, I always knew that. I think if I had not vacated my post, of being where he had LEFT ME... I doubt we would have reconciled. Of course, I don't know that but in my heart of heart, I really believe that. I had to find ME. He had to find HIMSELF. WE could not do that as long as we could cling to each other.
He still sent emails. Of which I devoured daily. Bullcrap stuff, all along the same lines as his calls on the phone were. "Let me fix myself... please give me more time to fix myself". I read them, but never answered them. I did send him pictures of all the wonderful places I was visiting and exciting adventures I was having. Embellishing them, for sure, but I was having a good time, just not nearly as much as I would have had almost 30 years prior to that, hehehe. He would send emails begging for a way to call me. I ignored all of those requests. Pictures of my adventures and responses to birthday gifts etc. for the children. Both of us got a great deal of pleasure out of the ultra sound pictures of our first grandchild, that generated a lot of emails back and forth, but I would not enter into anything personal. Although, I did start sending him emails about my memories of our life together. Nostalgic things... quite inspired I thought... hehehe.
I returned from N.Z. because he was harassing our oldest daughter. That story is all on my thread. I returned to Canada and proceeded to get on with my life. Bought a new car. Furniture for the house. I was looking at buying a smaller CONDO type place, sell the big family home we had. I saw a lawyer. Started the process of SEPARATING our assets and putting MY financial house in order.
I was moving on. I had no intentions of dating. I was just too vulnerable and I knew it, but I was restless to take my life back and all my actions showed that I was going to have it back... WHATEVER IT TOOK!
Believe me, I was not faking this. This is something one cannot fake. My actions were all about ME and my h knew it. He claims it scared him and I suspect it did. Stupidly, we reconnected too early, but with him in Europe and me in Canada, I guess neither of us felt we had much choice but to go for it.
For us, it worked out. It sure wasn't easy. Lot's and lot's of mistakes.