DH has always travelled for work; we've been married for nearly 13 years and it's something I've gotten used to. At times I've even enjoyed the bit of space, time to indulge in Gossip Girl and ice cream
However... He's been commuting since September, a commute we thought would see him away 3-4 nights a week but which has turned out to usually be 6 nights. We decided at Christmas that this wasn't viable, so we would move the family. We decided to take our time, not rush the sale of our house, plan things properly. And I was happy with this because I love our current set up, our house, school, friends.
But having made the decision to go I'm finding myself really struggling with him away. Every time he leaves for the airport I just want to sweep everyone up and go with him. I'm often teary and just feeling tired and spent. It's strange for me, because I've always coped so well with him away, it's as though I've lost the reason for doing it and the ability is following suit.
Anyway... Sorry for the essay. Just wanted to introduce myself to this part of the forum and perhaps find some mojo in your stories