My dh has been *stranded* in Sanford since May with his job. He doesn't know anyone there, doesn't know when he's gonna get back home, when a job up here is gonna open up for him.

"You don't get it, don't say you get it!" he snapped at me. I let him have it, for all the times I would try to explain what this is like and he would cut me off and say, "I know, I know...."



I told him this IS like being in exile too. No matter how many people are here, right in the room with you, you're really alone in it. Who can you talk to? Who understands the pain? Believes the invisible sx? Not one soul.

You don't know from lonely till you're sick.

The difference is, he may not know when but he does know his sentence will end. He needs to learn what the lesson is, how to live it without so much self pity, how to be alone, and how to deal with himeself so he can deal with everyone else. He needs to get something out of this.

He's been gone 10 months, I've been gone 10 years.