Meanie - 16.08.14 in Your Face

Two of my friends regularly make comments on Facebook about missing their partners, who do fly-in-fly-out work. My friend in Santa Fe is interstate for two days and his parter is posting soppy "I miss you" messages all over his page.

It makes me turn into a raging psychopath because I HAVEN'T SEEN MY HUSBAND IN TWELVE AND A HALF MONTHS, YOU ASSHOLES! I know one other person in the same situation, and I've even surpassed her greatest time apart from her partner. Fuck, can any of you even comprehend what it's like? A year. A whole fucking year without your other half, missing out on those every day things, thoughts, hopes, ideas. None of that. And every single person telling you, "It'll be okay, you'll be back together soon, just hold on." You've got to be kidding me. I know you're just trying to help, trying to comfort me, but I'd rather you didn't. That's why I don't want to talk about it to anyone - there's no point. It's not something that many can understand.

And so then I feel like a huge jerk, because it's not a damn competition. Those two days or four weeks feel like a year to those people, and it hurts them the way I am hurting. They're just trying to express it, and they're entitled to.

I need to remember that: It's not a fucking competition.