This week is shaping up to be rather productive. After a loving pep-talk from the hubby, I decided to forcefully take back my time. Enforce my boundaries, organize my time and insist that everyone around me march to my tune.
Ok, ok – maybe not so much … but with a little help from specific people and suggestions, I managed to re-capture my time and am now working to keep hold of it. It’s easy to say: “here are my ..read more
Today, I got my first care package sent off to hubby. It was quite the ritual. I packed the package carefully, and even though I tried REAL hard, it was still bulging on all sides. I guess he’ll just be happy with his first package, is all. Or maybe not. I won’t go into what’s in there right now since I want some of it to be a surprise … and I don’t really know if he reads my blog ..read more
They keep telling me that the first month is the worst. They have told me to expect up and down days. They told me to keep busy. They’re still telling me these things. It’s just about at the end of week 2, and I have to tell you that had they not mentioned that fact, I probably would not have known. Feels like he left yesterday – in terms of the pain anyway.
It was a pretty bad weekend. Weekends are ..read more
I started writing on Friday about all the stuff that’s happened in the last week – but things got hectic over the weekend…
Saturday was raid day for me, and I managed to get in on a 10man ICC AND a 25man ICC in one day. Came away with some phat lewtz tew. It was a good day.
Sunday was THE DAY! Except that it was cancelled in the evening. So THE DAY got moved to Monday and let me tell you ..read more
Since we haven’t been told which day exactly hubby is leaving, we sit and wait this week … wait for a phone call. One phone call that could come at any time – night or day – that will forever change our lives. It sounds dramatic, but I tell you that it is not untrue nor is it overstated. This deployment has already changed us in ways that I don’t know that I would see normally. If it were not ..read more
Bitterness, not the one who abandoned but the one who was abandoned – not once but twice.
Anger, at having my life broadcast to those unknown to me in such a way that they could feel justified in making an attack on me.
Fear, that I will not be able to do this and that while I am not alone, I am very alone.
Despair, that at this point I don’t think I’ve done enough to be ready for this.
/sigh
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Wald bei Hunstig - between summer and fall (by publik_oberbergawaytoNo rway)
