Paradise Lost. Part 1

Picking up the story from my last post, I arrive in Hawaii. I got there a day before she was scheduled to arrive. This was due to a conflict in the available flights at the time. I was able to settle in and then go pick her up from the airport the next day. It was an unusual experience. Here was someone who I had spent close to a year speaking to, but had never seen in person. She wasn’t a stranger, we knew everything about each other, but it was awkward nonetheless. I drove to the nearest bar so we could have a couple of drinks to calm ourselves and to get to know each other in a non-threatening environment. I found a bar that turned out to be a dive. It was actually perfect because it didn’t give the air of pretense. It was authentic and rustic. It was somewhat symbolic as to what I was expecting from this new relationship. It took about an hour before we were comfortable with each other. I drove to the resort and we checked in. That whole idea of waiting and keeping things on the platonic level evaporated within the first 20 minutes of us being there. After the initial stumbling, everything seemed natural.
We stayed in Kauai. I picked that island because it’s not as developed as Honolulu. I didn’t want that tourist vibe. We got to explore the island quite a bit. One night it even stormed and knocked out the electricity while we were having dinner. So we had dinner by candlelight. The whole trip was surreal but somehow it seemed predestined.
At the end of our stay, neither of us wanted to go back to our regular lives. It was extremely difficult getting on that plane and coming back to the misery that I had escaped. I was not the same person that left. I had taken a chance and done something completely for myself regardless of the outcome. This was a major milestone for me. The return home was, shall we say, less than spectacular. Having something new to look forward to made everything bearable. It sounds cold, but I couldn’t wait until my divorce was finalized. My ex-wife, sensing that something was amiss, started making things difficult.
I spent a considerable amount of time in hotels.
Within a short period of time, I believe three months or so, I planned a trip to Australia. This was another huge decision for me. I was about to travel halfway around the world by myself. I tried to learn as much as I could about their cultures. I had heard so many things about Aborigines and I couldn’t wait to see one face-to-face. I was extremely excited. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this.
On the day of my flight I sat next to this woman who had also met someone from Australia online. She was leaving the US permanently to get married to this guy that she had fallen in love with. She had two daughters that she was leaving behind. That conversation was pretty deep, but she was convinced that she was doing the right thing. I felt encouraged by her sharing her story with me. What I was doing didn’t seem so crazy after all. Even though we were half world apart it really was no different than meeting someone who was just in another state.
Niki had two little boys as I mentioned before. I didn’t think it would be appropriate for me to come stay at her place initially. I booked rooms in a resort that was on the beach. The plan was to pick her up from her home and drive to the resort leaving the children with her mother. Once we spent some time alone we would then get the children. It took 27 hours to get there. When I arrived I had a rental waiting for me, but I had never driven a car with the steering wheel on the right side. Plus, they drove on the other side of the street. It was a challenge getting out of the airport parking lot. Here I was, jetlagged out of my mind, no clue where I am, driving a right handed vehicle for the first time and she was not fully licensed. It took some getting used to. The hardest part of driving was using the mirrors and confusing the wiper blades with the turn signal. I was just happy with not getting us killed. The trip was awesome. We were having the time of our lives. On my second day at the resort the phone rang. Niki answered the phone and her face went pale. She turns to me and says, “it’s for you, it’s your wife.”I was completely dumbfounded. How did this woman even know where I was? How could this be happening? I answered the phone and sure enough it was her. She started asking me questions about my trip and if I was enjoying myself. We argued for a bit and then I hung up the phone. She called back, I answered and hung up again. She called back again. I then called the front desk and told them not to allow any more calls to be sent to my room. I was heated. Here I was a half a world away and she still managed to fuck it up. Niki was very cool. We went to dinner had a few drinks and laughed about it. Upon my return to the hotel, I opened the room door and there was a envelope on the floor. It was a form from the hotel asking for my signature to release them from any liability of being sued by my wife because she had called and threatened the hotel for not putting her calls through. I stood there in utter disbelief. I took the form down to the main desk. I explained to the clerk what the situation was and apologize for putting them in the middle of my mess, but I let them know that she is in another country and has no legal jurisdiction over what goes on in this hotel so they can relax. I found it interesting that they had a form letter for that scenario. In my discussion with the clerk, she told me that they often have to deal with personal situations of that nature and they have to protect themselves. Needless to say, I was not feeling any of this. I wanted my marriage over. I wanted to be away from her permanently. Things were not going as smoothly as I had planned. My next goal was to make sure that I got my divorce finalized and ended that nightmare. What happened next was unbelievable..


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