"I have had to give up so much: all my work, all my ambitions." "You are not the only one who has had to do that," he said sharply.
"Why make a fuss?
Things arrange themselves, and eventually we adjust ourselves to the new arrangement.

A great deal of caring and grieving, phase one; still more caring and grieving, phase two; less caring and grieving, phase three; no further feeling whatsoever, phase four.
Mercifully I am at phase four.

You are at phase one.

Make a quick journey over the stages." He turned and left her, and she strolled along, thinking of his words, wondering how long it would take her to arrive at his indifference.
She had always looked upon indifference as paralysis of the soul, and paralysis meant death, nay, was worse than death.

And here was this man, who had obviously suffered both mentally and physically, telling her that the only sensible course was to learn not to care.