My life as a military wife

Wow. We're getting so close to the halfway point-- just a few more weeks and it's all downhill from there! Adam seems ready for it all to be over-- they've been working his platoon hard since the first day... so hard that I didn't talk to him for 2 weeks. I normally hear from him once a week, so by the 2 week mark I was about to lose any sanity I had left.

With the holiday's just around the corner, the rest of this year should fly by. I'm going back to MN for Christmas, so I'm looking forward to seeing my family... but not looking forward to the weather. :) I'm having visitors in January and February... then it's time for homecoming. It just can't come fast enough!

Today is day 57 of OIF deployment #2. The days have passed pretty quickly in the last month, but it still feels like he should be coming home soon. March still seems so far away.

I haven't heard from him in 8 days, and I have a bad feeling that it'll be another 5 or 6 days before I do. If I knew he was just busy and he was completely safe, it wouldn't suck so much. I get so tired of listening to other girls whine about not hearing from their boyfriends or husbands for one day. I've gone 2 weeks without talking to my husband-- 2 weeks of wondering if he was the Marine I heard about on the 10:00 news. 2 weeks of getting butterflies in my stomach every time someone knocked on my door-- wondering if Marines dressed in their blues would be on the other side with bad news.

I've gone through this before, I'm no novice when it comes to deployments. BUT, that doesn't make it easier. It's harder this time around because we're married and I'm thousands of miles away from family and friends. When something needs to be done, when something needs to be fixed-- it's completely on my shoulders. The day after Adam left, the vacuum stopped working. I couldn't fix it-- I tried and failed-- so I bought a new one. Car trouble about a month into the deployment. Took it in and they told me nothing was wrong (they didn't even charge me for looking at it!)-- now the weird squeaking noise is worse. I mean, everything that could possibly go wrong does so after he leaves.

I stay strong for my husband, and I support him unconditionally. I get tired of people saying "You knew what you were getting into." or "It was his choice to join, and your choice to marry him." I can't help who I fell in love with, and although the days are tough and the nights are long, I don't regret my choice to become a marine wife. And to all of you who think being a military wife is no different than being a civilian wife-- you try doing this shit.