30 Jan
I’ve been thinking a lot about CU’s deployment today. First, when I was at the gym this morning…it brought back really strange, surreal memories of “this time last January.” This time last January, I was beginning my big project to lose ten pounds before he got home (I did it, and kept it all off…till my knee went out and then I sprained my toe and workouts weren’t gonna happen…anyhoo…) and was going to the gym every morning after he and I got off the phone.
This morning, I woke up alone, talked to CU and then went to the gym…I think the temperature was about the same as it was this time last year, too. Deja vu. When I was at the gym, a song started playing on my Shuffle that I listened to a lot when CU was gone. It’s a pretty inocuous song usually now, but with him not being here, and me being at the gym…and eating alone and sleeping alone…well, Snarkwife got a little melancholy. It was strange. I almost choked up at the gym…for no other reason except how much I was missing him this time last year unexpectedly punched me in the gut.
Then when I got home and CU called me from the St. Louis, then Atlanta airports…all was well again.
On top of all that, I have a couple of blog friends right now who are dancing the deployment dance with their husbands, and my heart just aches for them because I can both sympathize and empathize. I get all practical and clinical and pragmatic when I talk about it to (or with) them and always feel so funky about it all.
I never understood how military wives could make it a month, 3 months, 6 months or a year without their husbands…until I did it myself. The experience is liberating, and empowering…but it also alternates between 10 different kinds of sucky and 7 different kinds of miserable.
Then one day, you take a look at the calendar and you’re simply amazed it’s been nearly 22 months since you found out he was leaving. Time’s a strange, strange thing. The stranger (although not totally unsurprising) thing…it only took 21 months for the Army to process his 3 resignation requests. Ha!
And…now that he’s been back for 8 months…I guess that’s all I’m going to have to say on that.
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I completely understand. Having home and readjusting to the fact he’s finally home for good. And I don’t want him to go to his mom’s because the bed will be empty again too soon. Yes I’m being selfish. That feeling never goes away. Glad we are both done with it.
I always wondered how Navy wives could do it with their husbands leaving for six months deployments every year or so. It’s tough to be apart like that, though I didn’t have to go through it, both my sister and sister-in-law have. I hope you don’t ever have to go through that again.