“Do you miss your husband?”
It’s the first thing people ask when they find out I currently live 6,000 miles away from the man I met, fell in love with, and married during a four-year stint in Singapore. I’m now back in my hometown in Norway, while he’s with his family in the Philippines – and it’s been more than one year since we said goodbye at Manila Ninoy Aquino International Airport. When I have to make small talk with people, the question about missing my husband is the one I dread most. I fear that if I really get into it, I won’t be able to keep a lid on how difficult the separation is.