Hard time for the Holidays

Is "Hard time" a euphemism for jail/prison? 

Not what I mean here.  What I'm going for is the pain and suffering that comes from not-knowing.  My significant other is awesome at his job and received a bunch of accolades from the upper echelon of management - that would be a good thing except for the fact that his corporate headquarters are far, far away.  And he is pretty certain that he will receive a promotion to work at the corporate headquarters in the not-too-distant future.

Waves of suckitude.  Because I am in a 2 year teaching-cert program.  Because long-distance is fraught with danger.  Because I've been imagining having his babies and being his wife.  Because he doesn't want to lose me, but he doesn't know how to keep me.  BECAUSE I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HIS POTENTIAL PROMOTION AT ALL!

The only thing I could potentially control in this?  Breaking up the relationship.  And as that is the exact opposite of what I want happening, I have taken to praying to all of the Saints I can think of - St. Jude, patron of hopeless cases, St. Anthony, to help me find my mind, St. Cecelia, patroness of the arts because relationships certainly aren't an exact science.

So in the meantime, we wait.  And my holidays are covered in dismal thoughts of relationship uncertitude.