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In 2023 I took the plunge, with my first experience of working in a foreign country, and I think doing so on a permanent basis should follow in short order. Many of my family say I am mad to be doing this. That’s ridiculous, and in a moment I will explain why, but first a little bit of history.
Before my marriage ended, I knew that I would be financially ruined if I remained a wage slave in the UK, and for those in my close circles, it has been known for some years that this would be the goal eventually. And were it not for health and financial issues, as well as the global Covid-19 pandemic, it would have happened long ago.
But at age 49 I am facing age discrimination here in the UK, an issue the moronic Conservative government do not even acknowledge exists! And besides, having never, and for a whole plethora of reasons - failed to establish a permanent career here, I think it is time to seek pastures new for this reason alone. This time is long overdue.
Where should I go? Quite early on, I did my own research, and consulted with others too.
One obvious choice would be somewhere else in Europe. Many countries such as Germany, the Neverlands and the Nordic countries would have provided me with what I needed if I applied for the right jobs. They are relatively close to friends and family, and yet outside the clutches of UK family law. And in the case of Germany, I know a little German since my school days – though it is ‘rusty’ after so any years.
Australia was another frequent suggestion, and besides having no language barrier, as well as a good quality of life I could see myself establishing there – if only a few hurdles could be overcome.
The only other option which really had any supporters was somewhere like Dubai or Abu-Dhabi in the United Arab Emirates. It too had its advantages and disadvantages.
However I soon had to rule out all the suggestions on the table. The Brexit referendum – besides proving that 52% of British people were stupid, made it too difficult, expensive and bureaucratic for a British citizen. Idiots rejoice.
Australia is difficult to get into and expensive, and I would have needed skills or training which were prohibitively costly for a divorced man. And I could not save with the CMS taking my money, continuing to perpetrate the financial abuse which my former wife started, and blocking my every endeavour to save.
And UAE turns out to have high living costs and besides, I was nervous of going into the Arab world on my own.
And in the intervening period, other interested parties came along and gave their own answer!!!! Burkina Faso it is to be, and I must make haste to secure the finances I need, whether through taking the right steps to recover what I am due (eventually!) anyhow, or through overseas work. And – China pays teaching staff well, and has low living costs, making saving a viable option!!! Unlike in the UK with its brutal living costs, equally brutal family law and an incompetent government who run the UK as a playground for rich people, to hell with the rest of us! And I do not see the situation in the UK improving anytime soon.
So – if it is going to be difficult or impossible to do any other way, I plan to work in China with visits to Burkina Faso whenever holidays and finances allow. Until I inherit, and this is no longer necessary. And then I will be able to establish the much vaunted business I have spoken of and am quite prepared to work to bring to fruition.
I have long said that a man needs to lead from the front, and as acting heard of my family – and a new one under construction, I am not afraid of tough decisions even if they are not understood by my elders – it is for the future of the family for which I fight to save, and which, needless to say, they will not be around to see. And in any event, my instinct and intuition tells me I will, in time be remembered as the saviour of families, not the mummies boy who so nearly died from alcoholism and let the family go to hell. Besides, I now have vested interests in the future and others who now depend on me for their own future. What more incentive do I need!?
I am at a crossroads in my life. Others have entrusted their future in my care, and I believe I now have what it takes to modernise the family, something I alone can do.
I have had five years as a divorcee, five years in which to prepare for a new, international life, five years which I should not have spent battling health and other problems, five years of new life I have already missed out on – yet my mother wants me to wait until she is gone! A rich man would have been able to make the transition with little fuss. The Chinese visits have gone smoothly. Those in my close circles will take this for a sign of a rethink – and the biggest program of modernisation the family has ever known. My old life in the UK is a slow, lingering death metaphorically and otherwise. Let’s not draw out the agony!