Back…but to what?

I’m into my second month “back in Barbados” and into my final stages of settling back into a Bajan lifestyle, similar to what I experienced before but, at the same time, different in many other ways.
I’ve finally moved into my permanent home, as permanent as renting can be, and I am really comfortable here. It is on the south coast, a different feel to living on the west coast, where I spent most of my 23 years in Barbados, and only 3 minutes from where I work.
“Where I work”! For the first time in twenty-one years I am now, once again an employee. It is a different experience from working for yourself, the best being the feeling of working as a team. This definitely has a benefit from working for yourself where you end up being chief cook and bottle washer…now I can concentrate on my core activities.
My divorce is finally behind me, not that my ex-wife has settled anything, but I’ve decided that after over $30,000 in lawyers fees and nothing to show for it, it was time to see it for what it is, a futile waste of time and money.
If my ex-wife refuses to acknowledge our settlement agreement (so far she has all the assets from our life together) and the law appears impotent in forcing her to do so then all I'm doing is wasting time and money on a lawyer.
So I'm done. My last instructions to my lawyer was to tell my ex, through her lawyer, that I expect to get my share of the settlement. Do I expect to get anything… I haven’t got anything in the three years since she asked for the divorce, though she has travelled extensively and renovated (and re-decorated) our Rockley Apartment (where she lives) to suit her life style and me, nothing because, after all, it is my ex I'm dealing with.
I remember a conversation her beloved Uncle Andrew (now deceased) had with me, while planning our wedding at his house, in which he warned me of the dire consequences, if I should break his favorite niece’s heart, I wonder what he would say now that it is reversed. 
And my life from here on…well I’m re-booting my life (at fifty-three that’s no easy feat) from necessity since the last thirty years with my ex, except for my son Laurkan, were a waste, all of my trust, our family life and my commitment to her now all a colossus waste of effort and time.
What is open to me now? Who knows, though my paths are not as limitless as they have been at the start of my marriage, at least I can still see a future, shortened and with definite limits, but a future none-the-less!