Two weeks ago W was offered, and initially accepted, a job 2 hours away. It's a government job and the hiring process is extremly long. Te past week she has been waiting for them to schedule her drug test. She has been pressuring me to "compromise" and agree to move to a location 1/2 between my work and her new job. I have done my best to explain to her that it is not practical to live so far away from a dairy farm.
I was never mean or forceful during any of our conversations about this issue - other than clearly stating that the kids have choice where they live (and who they live with). W maintains that she will not move without her kids, and that she is moving.
A week ago, I worked at the Canada Cup Wrestling tournament. At a social one night, I passed a couple postcards around and asked the other officials to write a note to my W. This past Friday, W was looking at her job offer letter and feeling really bad about working so far away from home and/or splitting up the family. She finally decided to go check the mail and prayed that God would have something in the mail to help her decide what to do. In the mail where the two post cards I had mailed from Canada the week prior.
W has agreed to continue to look for work closer to home, and not take the 2 hour away position.
Sending postcards is definitely "something different", and I didn't even have to write anything and W loved them. They definitely helped my marriage make it through this part of W's job search.
