I totally feel you, rdoherty15!
I'm probably ancient in comparison to most of you guys (I'm 47) and I've known my English husband for 30 years when we were pen-pals. We wrote a letter every week to each other for seven years before we met & five minutes after we met, we knew we wanted to be together.
In the 90's, you had no choice but to be in a LDR for a minimum of three years before you could apply for a fiancee visa & it was super easy to marry in the UK. So, the three-year-countdown started from the day we met. This was during the time where there was NO INTERNET! It was all mail and $2/minute phone calls for three long years. In the late 80's & early 90's there was always a blasted postal strike too. It was extremely hard but when you didn't have a choice, you made do with phone cards and waiting for your next visit to spend so little time together.
When we finally qualified for the visa (you got it at the British Consulate General & it took 30 minutes), we were finally together and admittedly, it was very odd to be in each other's space. It was short-lived for me though because a few months after we married, my husband's job based him in Frankfurt with extensive travel in Europe & my four-year-old was settled in school so we made the decision to live apart. We saw each other 6 A MONTH (72 days a year) for seven very long years. We still managed two children together so we made the most of our time together.
We moved to the US in 2004 & once he got his "green card", we were apart again for nine months because his contract was in Chicago & our kids had just started school in Texas. We didn't see the point in moving to Illinois when the job was a contract. We didn't see each other for those nine months at all & we had to be happy to have emails & the occasional photo attachment & back to letters.
In the past 12 years, technology has changed so much. There's skype & FB and a slew of other ways to keep in touch. The husband has traveled extensively for work & even with technology, we only text once a day. I will say that I've learned to be more independent but it freaking sucks that I'm not used to having him home because I've had to learn how to be without him all the time & created a separate life.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. He lost his job in June & it's been scary & exciting because he's chosen not to return to his 30-year-profession but start a home-based business where he won't have to leave. Apart from a visit to his parents in Manchester in July, he's been home every single day. It's a weird feeling to look at the family calendar & that he can attend the kid's school events & I don't have to go to concerts/ plays/ symphony's, etc...by myself. I really do appreciate that he's just "around". Ok, him making a crap-load of mess in the kitchen, taking over the TV & shouting when Manchester United is on, making copious amounts of tea & leaving toast crumbs everywhere or making chip butties with a side of pickled onions that stinks up the house or blasting his atrocious '80's mega mix at all hours...
It's all good though.
There will be a light at the end of your tunnel too & one day you'll look back at it all & say, I remember when you used to leave...lol, I'm only kidding.