My dh is away for about 5 weeks. Whenver he is away, everyone I meet asks me "when does he get back?". The same people ask me it every time they meet me, dozens of them. I'm talking about acquaintances rather than friends. I get sick of it. I do not need my life to be revolving around when he gets back, as he's away so much, and it makes me feel like 1900s wife, as in there can be nothing else important going on for me than the absence of my provider, and the feeling that they think I'm not coping while he's away. I KNOW! This is all in my head, and they're just being polite.
So, this time, he's due back at Easter or just after, so I've been going with, "I've given him up for Lent, ho ho" move the conversation swiftly on. But is this something that only bothers me? Have any of you got any other ways of dealing with it? I'd love to stop them doing it, but I don't want to be rude either, but it makes my heart sink every time.
They also do the sympathy face when they hear where he is. But there's no need for that. He doesn't do a dangerous job. It's not even slightly risky and it's the bit of the job he likes. He never leaves the base (ok, last week there was evidently a lapse in that safety, but hey ho, you know what I'm saying). I'm fed up with them acting like I have something to worry about (yes, I can't stand being pitied).
I sound a right bloody self-centred bloody mess, don't I? Just sick and tired of the imbalance of our life leaving me like the traditional housewifey when really we are so much more sharey about how we do stuff.
Give me a slap, and tell me to pull myself together, please.