King’s been out of the country for over a week and though the girls and I have been doing okay, it has been tough. For one thing, the girls were sick when he left. There was no question as to him leaving because it wasn’t that bad and frankly, I didn’t even think of it even if Danae got confined. His trip is that important. But taking care of a sick child alone, all the stressing and the juggling, add to that the stress of thinking about my husband’s safety — tough. It’s our first time to be this far apart from each other and this long. The same goes for him and my kids, which is why during the first few, Noelle kept crying for her dad when she’d wake up in the middle of the night. I felt helpless. Prayer was the best thing I could do. Thank God for friends who prayed with us too.
To make matters worse, I could not contact him because his phone was dead. He left his charger here. He was not online either. We only got to communicate on the third night! You can’t imagine my joy when we were able to touch base! But every night since, I would have to wait for him to go online around midnight. I can’t sleep because I wait. I’m grateful for my girls’ busy daytime schedule, but it tires me out too. Waiting up late at night doesn’t help.
I’m happy to hear reports about what King and his team are doing there, but our chats are way too short. He gets in late and is usually tired. Skyping is next to useless because I don’t have a cam and mic. He talks, we type. And the kids can’t wait up for him anyway.
So this is what it feels like to have a long distance relationship. I guess what helps me endure is the fact that he’s coming home in a few days. My hats off to couples who go through this for real, for months or even years at a time. I do not know how they make it work. I don’t think I would be able to survive that kind of life.
Right this minute, I am literally waiting for him to go online. Waiting so I could talk to my best friend, my partner, my leader, my better half. Waiting so I could last another day without him here. Waiting so my love tank can be refilled.
And when he does, I’ll still be waiting. Waiting for him to come home to me.