Relationships with pilots = emotional S&M
Love is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s the most wonderful thing ever and other times it’s pure pain. Being in love with an airline pilot who flies long-haul is a cliché double-edged sword.
Sometimes I adore my time out, then other times I get extremely fed up with it. On these days I find myself questionning whether I can be bothered with it. I fantasise about having someone who is home for all the special occasions, and weekends, who I can rely on when something goes wrong.
Then I realise, that I would get bored with anyone that isn’t Bf. I would find it more frustrating having the routine back than not having one at all!
I know the grass isn’t greener elsewhere, but on certain days it can look that way.
I sometimes wonder if I’m actually a repressed sado-masochist! :-S But seriously, why else would I date a pilot? Why else would I love a man who is married to his job? I’m telling you-it has to be a secret desire for emotional self-harm!
Confusing, eh?
March 13th, 2008 at 9:55 am
I’ve often felt the same way. My husband was away for the better part of TWELVE MONTHS in 2007 (yes, a whole year). We only saw each other for one weekend a month, if we were lucky and could afford an ultra-cheap plane ticket. Now that we live together again, my opinion of his time away wavers. Sometimes I like him home everyday (hi-speeds) but then he gets on my nerves when I see him too much. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to live with him, especially after a year of him living in hotels and dorm rooms.