I am sat here writing this in tears. My husband left yesterday to go to New Zealand on a business jolly for 2 weeks. I have subsequently got myself in such a state and can’t cope being separated from him. He knew I didn’t want him to go but still went ahead anyway. He got to Dubai at 5am this morning and phoned me. I begged and pleaded for him to just turn around before he got on the 16 hours flight. I am literally going crazy.
I have three options:
- I get on a plane tomorrow and fly out to NZ and we say stuff the jolly and do our own thing.
- He books to come back earlier like the end of the week.
- He flies home straight away.
I am going out of my mind and can’t think straight. I suffer from depression and anxiety and this is the worst it has ever been.