Two Weeks
It’s been two weeks since hubby left to EMV. I keep asking myself why am I not use to this yet. Even when he’s gone for several days in the field I feel so miserable.
Sometimes I wish we would fight and argue more so it would make this separation easier.
What sucks more about him being gone for a month is that when he comes back, he’ll only have a couple days with us and then leave for deployment. I’m torn. Part of me wants him to hurry home so I can hold him again. The other part wants him to stay out there at 29 Palms as to prevent him from deploying. FUCKIN SELFISH. I know…. And there’s a small part that wants to get this deployment over with already.
The thought of him being gone months on end is slowly driving me crazy. I’m already losing sleep. Actually, the sleep I don’t mind as much because I know when he’s deployed, if he gets the chance to call, it’ll most likely be in the middle of the night - when I’m not sleeping anyway. -___-
I miss him so much already.
