I normally cope fine when DH is gone. He's usually only gone a few days, I can talk to him regularly, and I'm busy all day at work, and he's back by the weekend.
This time he's gone for a little over 2 weeks, he's in the UK, and timezones really haven't worked out to be able to talk (I'm getting ready to get to bed, and it's 5:50am there now), he's staying in a hostel rather than a hotel (he got sponsored accommodation for the conference, which was just the hostel), so there's no direct line to call him on, I'm not working so am home all day, and it's the weekend, and he'll be gone all this weekend and all next weekend as well, and not back until the Saturday after. It just feels soooo long knowing there's 2 full weekends and 2 full weeks of him being away.
And I'm not sleeping well, and keep waking up to every noise thinking someone is breaking in (despite living in a really safe area in a townhouse block where my 2 neighbours townhouses are attached, and I know them really well and know they'd come running in a flash if anything happened). You'd think by the time you got to 26 you'd stop being afraid of the dark!!!
Everyone I know over here in the US is married (the joy of being an expat, and only knowing other expats who have to be married to be here on a work visa), so I can't get anyone to stay with me, and I don't want to stay with anyone else, cause then my kitties would be here alone which would ALSO worry me.
Anyway, it'll be fine, and I'm sure the days will fly by, I just need to have a whinge....
This time he's gone for a little over 2 weeks, he's in the UK, and timezones really haven't worked out to be able to talk (I'm getting ready to get to bed, and it's 5:50am there now), he's staying in a hostel rather than a hotel (he got sponsored accommodation for the conference, which was just the hostel), so there's no direct line to call him on, I'm not working so am home all day, and it's the weekend, and he'll be gone all this weekend and all next weekend as well, and not back until the Saturday after. It just feels soooo long knowing there's 2 full weekends and 2 full weeks of him being away.
And I'm not sleeping well, and keep waking up to every noise thinking someone is breaking in (despite living in a really safe area in a townhouse block where my 2 neighbours townhouses are attached, and I know them really well and know they'd come running in a flash if anything happened). You'd think by the time you got to 26 you'd stop being afraid of the dark!!!
Everyone I know over here in the US is married (the joy of being an expat, and only knowing other expats who have to be married to be here on a work visa), so I can't get anyone to stay with me, and I don't want to stay with anyone else, cause then my kitties would be here alone which would ALSO worry me.
Anyway, it'll be fine, and I'm sure the days will fly by, I just need to have a whinge....