I would have moved to New York City and taken a stab at a career there. My ex-husband knew I wanted to do that. He didn't give a ****.
I remember when we vacationed and we drove home (we always had to take driving vacations because he likes to drive), I would get soooo depressed coming back to the area in which we lived. Some cities are beautiful. They have really fixed themselves up over the years. Even some smaller towns are quite pretty. But not where we lived, and the place where we used to live has fallen into even a worse state of disrepair, urban blight, and homelessness on every major street there.
Anyway, so when we'd return to where we lived I used to start up the topic of "Why don't we move? You could get a job in a pretty place like the ones we have visited." Or, "You could go get that degree you wanted and we could move to a college town." Or, "If we moved to a nicer area we would not have to send the kids to private school. They could attend the public schools because they are better in these other, pretty places."
Just floating the idea - not yelling, not demanding, no ultimatums, just opening the door to discuss, rationally and reasonably, the topic of how I didn't like where we lived but he was fine with it.
Moving to a new area was not even discussable for so many years. No. No discussion. Nothing but the response from him of basically, "I'm fine, so what is your problem?" None of my hopes or dreams, or even hopes and dreams for our kids, mattered.
I realize the NYC is a very tough place. It's just as tough as any other major U.S. city. People are ***holes there just like they are ***holes everywhere.
But I always think of that line from "Field of Dreams" where Shoeless Joe Jackson, a man unjustly accused of betting against his own team and thrown out of baseball forever, says to Ray Kinsella, of baseball:
"I would have played for food money."
To not be allowed to dream, to explore the possibilities when you are young. To be unjustly accused and unjustly convicted, forever having a negative label hanging over your head. That's what my ex-spouse does to people when he is pissed at them.
He practices the politics of personal destruction.
ANYWAY, so I'll never know if NYC and I could have gotten along. I'll never know if my kids should have gone to New York colleges. I think long-term like that, about the whole arc of their lives, but my ex-spouse only thinks about himself, his priorities, and his immediate happiness.
And once you have adult kids ensconced in one state, it is extremely difficult emotionally to leave them. At least it is for me. Now, I can't imagine having to walk everywhere as you must in NYC. Cabs and Ubers are too expensive and the subways are going through a very tough crime time. Housing there has become only more scarce and worse with the migrant crisis. That ship has sailed. But, that was the dream when I was young.