- 5 years ago
- Wedding: September 2013
My (new) husband has been working 2nd shift at a hospital for about 2 years now.
It’s always been hard, but it’s gotten even harder since we moved in together (6 months ago) and got married (2 weeks ago).
He works from 2:15pm – 11:15pm, which means he doesn’t get home until around 11:45pm.
I work a normal 8-5 job, so I am asleep before he even leaves work.
He doesn’t go to bed until, like, 3am and I get up at 5:30am, so he even sleeps in a seperate room. 🙁
I am just so, so LONELY.
The first few weeks after moving into the house were the hardest, but then it got a little easier as I got used to it and could occupy myself with wedding stuff.
But now that we’re married, I’m bored and starting to feel post-wedding blues. And I am just plain LONELY.
I honestly dread the end of the work day because I come home to lonliness. We have a dog, and that helps, but sometimes it would be nice to talk to someone who can answer back.
I don’t have any motivation to cook dinner because I see no point in doing all that work only to eat alone. (sometimes I do throw something together and he eats it for lunch the next day but …. who wants to eat alone???)
I try to find things to busy myself – walking the dog, cooking, cleaning, doing the dishes, reading …. but it still sucks.
And when it’s time to go to sleep in this big, old, dark, creaky house …. it’s depressing. I feel downright sad. I lay there in my big, giant, comfy bed and just want to cry.
When he does get home, he comes in and kisses me, but usually I’m half asleep.
We try to talk or text throughout our days at work, but it’s hard. Because we’re working.
He’s tried moving to 1st shift but they are over-staffed as it is and they desperately need him as their supervisor on 2nd shift. And he’s going back to school starting in December so there’s a chance he’ll eventually get a whole new “regular” job, but that’s not for at least 2 years.
My parents and a handful of friends live close, but I feel like I call/text/visit/invite them over so often it’s like I’m bugging them. And it’s not like they can spend the night. And when they leave or I leave them, I get even sadder.
I’m sort of harboring anger and frustration towards my husband because of this, but I know that’s wrong and it’s not his fault.
But I’m just …. sad. And lonely. And I don’t know how to get out of this funk.
We’re newlyweds. I want to be with my husband and talk to him more often than Saturdays and Sundays!