ReallyZen

We’re now 57. At age 25 my SO went to work for MSF in a really remote place - like, no road through the jungle, small airfield served by derelict Russian aircraft, and in the middle of that nowhere, a huge refugee camp serving 2 warring nations.

It’s something she needed to do.

The pay was shit, but the local expenses where null, with food and accommodation being provided; her entire salary went into calling once a week for about 20 to 30 minutes (if the phone lines worked). She wrote also, same rhythm like once a week, but I would usually get them as a bunch of 3 or 4.

I couldn’t write. Dunno why retrospectively, I just couldn’t. Not getting the phone calls was nerve-wracking of course.

She was good at what she did, so in order to have her stay beyond the scope of her original mission they offered a Logistics position to me so I could join her. As it happens, in these conditions that position was untenable & she didn’t want us as a couple to establish ourselves in such a hellish place.

She came back changed of course. But mainly, when she did move across the earth again a few years later, we went together.

Went to wake up my daughter like every morning, bed is empty, covers thrown to the side. Check around the house, nothing.

Everybody else is asleep, house is silent. Check the back, the swings, the rear deck, nothing.

Check bedroom again.

She was rolled up tight in her blanket, against the wall, from head to toe, making it look like the bed was empty.

Weak Knees Moment

In short, like anyone else:

He’s absolutely right, and utterly annoying