Well, I was married for 8.5 years to my first husband. We never had kids. He ran away for the drug-life claiming he just couldn't do 'it' (life, pay bills, work, etc.) anymore and was gone. Our divorce was final 6 months later although he only appeared by phone from out of state for the divorce.
So, I sold our house, rented an apartment, worked two jobs, rehomed the rescued animals we'd accumulated over the years and my parents invited me to move in with them in Alaska (I lived in Wisconsin at the time). I agreed to do that after my 1 year lease was up and did what I had to to minimize all my earthly possessions and get my pet exams and certifications for cross-country road travel.
In the meantime, I researched Alaska and jobs and environment and opportunities at the computer at the libraries in Madison. During this research, I found a potential home for one of my dogs that my mother wouldn't permit me to have in her home through a chat room and I also met my now-husband in said chat room. I met a lot of Alaskans who I occasionally chatted with updates of my upcoming move and who sometimes called me. I didn't really invest in getting to know any of them well, my now-husband included, because I wasn't interested in developing an internet relationship. I figured I had plenty of time to get to know them in person after I moved. And I did meet a couple of them in person after the move, my now-husband included.
Our first 'date' was a week after I arrived in Alaska. We spent over 5 hours talking about our first marriages, how it ended, what we hoped for relationship-wise from a future partner, how we handled our divorce, how we coped, our dreams and ambitions in life, etc. A couple days later, he called me saying he wanted to see me again. We went on a road trip together and talked, talked, talked. Then the next day, same thing, lots of talking and for about a week we were together almost nonstop and the rest is history.
