TRAVELING MAN IS BURDENED BY INTENSE LONGING FOR HOME
DEAR ABBY: I am a 39-year-old married man. "Lana" and I have been married 10 years. We deal with the usual problems (our son, jobs, money) as a team. I feel blessed to have married my best friend.
My job requires traveling. While seeing new things and meeting new people interest me, when I'm away from Lana and our young son, I suffer from extreme separation anxiety.
Abby, it's not a trust issue. I trust Lana completely, and I know she is taking excellent care of our son. My problem is I miss them terribly. I cry every night that I'm away. When I call home, I break down. Lana understands this is how I am and doesn't judge me. She's always supportive.
Am I crazy? Is this normal? Other guys I know who travel appear to enjoy it. But if I look at a photo of Lana or our son while I'm away, I end up in tears. I don't want to be this way, but it has reached the point where I can't see myself traveling anymore for business. -- BAWLING AT THE AIRPORT
Dear Frequent Flying Cry Baby,
BE A MAN, BE A MAN!!!
Cr-Abby grabbed your letter first because he thought you said "Balling at the Airport" and while Cr-Abby has never joined the "Mile High Club" he likes to live vicariously through others. However, then I read your tale of woe and concluded you'd be the least likely man to bag a "flight attendant".
BTW; What up with "flight attendants" as soon as they changed the name the stewardess booty call came to a screeching halt. I don't call that progress. Have you seen the cows and poofters they have serving us drinks and tossing us peanuts these days?
However, I digress, back to you!
News Flash Bawl'er; Traveling ain't for wimps. It has become a real PITA even for us he-men. Between the cattle call ropes, the annoying announcements, the false sense of TSA security routines, the delays and the fat, smelling passengers to your left and/or right...I can understand you wanting to shed a tear or two.
That said, crying in your hotel room is not normal.
Here's a traveler tip...when lonely turn on the hotel telly and pay for the $18 "err uhmmm movie" and handle it!!!
Or, here's a brain stormer...get a gig that is based at home!
Now Git,
Cr-Abby
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