Anonymous wrote:My sister! Her husband and son died in a car crash in 2017. She was left with my 22 month old niece. For about a year she tried to make it work in her/our hometown but she realized she would never get out from under the story. Our family is large and the accident had some criminal charges with another well known family and just anywhere she went or did the story followed her. She decided before putting my niece in preschool she was gonna completely start over. So she moved to a random city (literally just picked a medium size city 4 states over) and changed her last name and distanced herself from all of us for about 3 years. (We still communicated and saw eachother for Xmas but it was drastic as we all use to see eachother a few times a week). For her it was the only way she could make it. She needed to grieve in peace and just had to completely change everything about herself. She changed her hair, her personal style, everything. It was almost like that version of her died and she buried her and ran. It’s odd now because her new husband and youngest daughter know almost nothing about “her old life”. Even her oldest daughter, it’s more like a story she knows vs something she remembers. It’s hard for my mom and other siblings but we know it was the only way. For a long time we couldn’t really even visit her much. She would say “the black cloud follows you all and I am trying to breath.” It was incredibly difficult for everyone.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I want to do this, but take my DH and kid with me. I just want to start over somewhere new. I hate where I live and the people I live around, and I think the stress of being here is literally making me sick.
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Me too! Except I don't hate the people, just hate the familiarity and I want a little anonymity. I know being here is bad for me but I have to stick it out for a while. I also am not sure where a good place to go would be.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I did. People say you can’t run away from yourself, but you can. I was 29, living in Chicago struggling to make it in the arts and profoundly depressed. I didn’t like the people around me and didn’t like myself. I applied to Tulane Law on a whim because I’d been obsessed with New Orleans for years after reading Ann Rice novels. I thought if I moved there for something “respectable” like law school people wouldn’t think I was crazy. I randomly ended up loving law school and Mew Orleans and life changed drastically and totally improved.
Ha! I also went to Tulane Law and it totally changed my life too but it was more the city (New Orleans) than the school. Living there changes you forever and nothing ever compares. It's by no means a perfect city but you fall in love with the place.
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Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My work colleague did - requested a transfer to a new office my firm was opening in Chicago. To make this happen she divorced her abusive husband and left her three troubled teenage sons on the East Coast. Moved to Chicago with only her clothes and a bed in her early 40s - a few years later she met and married the love of her life, and almost 30 years later, they are still married and very much in love.
Those poor children.![]()
Flipside is that she could have stayed and there was no change in outcome for the sons. Sometimes things are so bad there is nothing you can do to fix it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I did. People say you can’t run away from yourself, but you can. I was 29, living in Chicago struggling to make it in the arts and profoundly depressed. I didn’t like the people around me and didn’t like myself. I applied to Tulane Law on a whim because I’d been obsessed with New Orleans for years after reading Ann Rice novels. I thought if I moved there for something “respectable” like law school people wouldn’t think I was crazy. I randomly ended up loving law school and Mew Orleans and life changed drastically and totally improved.
Ha! I also went to Tulane Law and it totally changed my life too but it was more the city (New Orleans) than the school. Living there changes you forever and nothing ever compares. It's by no means a perfect city but you fall in love with the place.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My work colleague did - requested a transfer to a new office my firm was opening in Chicago. To make this happen she divorced her abusive husband and left her three troubled teenage sons on the East Coast. Moved to Chicago with only her clothes and a bed in her early 40s - a few years later she met and married the love of her life, and almost 30 years later, they are still married and very much in love.
Those poor children.![]()
Anonymous wrote:That makes me sad.Anonymous wrote:My work colleague did - requested a transfer to a new office my firm was opening in Chicago. To make this happen she divorced her abusive husband and left her three troubled teenage sons on the East Coast. Moved to Chicago with only her clothes and a bed in her early 40s - a few years later she met and married the love of her life, and almost 30 years later, they are still married and very much in love.
Anonymous wrote:My exDH did this. Went completely awol, ditched all old longtime friends and family, hung with younger crowd, started dressing completely different, flying around the world to music festivals, partying, out every night etc. almost no contact with me or kids.
Anonymous wrote:My exDH did this. Went completely awol, ditched all old longtime friends and family, hung with younger crowd, started dressing completely different, flying around the world to music festivals, partying, out every night etc. almost no contact with me or kids.
Anonymous wrote:I did. People say you can’t run away from yourself, but you can. I was 29, living in Chicago struggling to make it in the arts and profoundly depressed. I didn’t like the people around me and didn’t like myself. I applied to Tulane Law on a whim because I’d been obsessed with New Orleans for years after reading Ann Rice novels. I thought if I moved there for something “respectable” like law school people wouldn’t think I was crazy. I randomly ended up loving law school and Mew Orleans and life changed drastically and totally improved.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I want to do this, but take my DH and kid with me. I just want to start over somewhere new. I hate where I live and the people I live around, and I think the stress of being here is literally making me sick.
+1
Me too! Except I don't hate the people, just hate the familiarity and I want a little anonymity. I know being here is bad for me but I have to stick it out for a while. I also am not sure where a good place to go would be.