I have lasted over 5 months without being committed to either an insane asylum or prison. I am doing great!
Seriously, I have not written a while, or posted a lot on facebook or instagramed, or pinterested, because life has been crazy! Both here and for Chappy in Afghanistan. I will write a book one day about it all, I hope. Life is crazier than fiction, but I must remain silent now. (Hope I am building intrigue)
The media tells everyone that the troops are coming home, but around here, most of the soldiers are gone. The general consensus around Fort Hood is that Deployments Suck! My dear mother would not appreciate me using such a vulgar term, but sometimes only certain words will do for certain situations. Sorry, Mom, Love you!
First of all, as far as deployment is concerned, I was TOLD by my good friend Monica that deployment is the ROLLER COASTER ride. Extreme emotions, pining, missing, obsessing, loving. And then the rubber band effect of anger and frustration of not being able to connect with your loved one physically in any way.
Now, being a Chaplain's wife, I probably should say that my husband and I have a perfect marriage and never fight. He teaches and trains his soldiers and their families on marriage. He does a LOT of marital counseling. So, since he is an expert, we should have an idyllic, calm, perfect marriage. So here, comes another confession...
My husband and I like to argue. I am not sure "like" is a good word. But we would rather slug out the conflict rather than passive aggressively suppress any problems. It is probably the high Italian content in both of our blood makeup. We have never fallen into a pattern where we don't talk to each other because we are angry. And even after almost 20 years of marriage (I can NOT be that old) we have not settled into a comfortable or boring relationship. That is fine for some people. I applaud and respect the people who can live together and never fight. But I will take the conflict happily, not only because it helps us resolve our issues, but more importantly when we make up and kiss, it is just as magical as that first kiss so long ago. But when you are separated, for MONTHS, making up is a little different than usual. You can't kiss. So fighting is more stressful. And the pain of separation and missing each other becomes more acute.
There have been so many OTHER situations arising on both sides of the sea, that I can't possibly fit all the drama here.
Please wait for a book to come soon to major booksellers (Yeah, right, if I KNEW someone in the industry)
I am just hoping and praying that the he comes home as soon as possible. Safe and sound. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
