sleeping alone, in a too big bed.
those hours between 1pm and 9pm– crossyourfingersandhope that nothing bad happens to you cos you cant tell him cos of the time difference
having to figure out your own weekend plans
not being in contact
having to be satisfied with measly 5 minute conversations before he has better things to do or you have to rush off for meetings
realising that you’ve got no way of acertaining if he’s doing what he’s saying he’s doing
knowing there is no reprieve or weekends to make up for it
accepting that when he’s out of reception or if his phone died, you end up staying up half the night fretting about whether he got mugged on the train.