I have a new boyfriend. He is happy, relaxed, looks like he's had a decent night's sleep and has a great sense of humour. Yes, Tim has finally had enough of working for Montenegro's Crappest Company. For six months Tim has worked his arse off, thanklessly, six days a week and has been almost permanently on call - whilst management are not prepared to put their hands in their pockets to properly equip the boats or even buy engine spares so the engines can be serviced. Their final insult was to insist that he works seven days a week, with no down time whatsoever, and insinuated that he was lazy.
So that was enough.
And it is great. We are both much happier and ready to put some of our own ideas into action.
On a personal level, seeing Tim working similar, if not more hours to those he worked in the UK, coming home at sundown, shattered and pissed off, was extremely frustrating. That is not why we left Britain and chose this life of freedom. I see my main role onboard as protecting Tim from his workaholic self and ensuring that a similar situation does not occur again.
We cannot worry about how we are going to survive this winter - we have the entire summer then autumn of potential opportunities ahead of us before winter comes. Winter will bring something entirely new, I am sure. Isn't that the whole point?