Well, it has finally happened. One of my worst fears is coming true and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Billy has to go for 90 days of training in March and then he will deploy to Afghanistan in July. Or at least that is what we are being told for now. Just last week they were telling us he would start training in December and deploy in March. But, no matter when it will actually happen, he will be leaving us. We do know that he will be gone for a year, and the position he will be taking is suppose to be a safe one, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. It took me almost a week, but I can finally get through the day without crying every 30 seconds. However, nights are a real bitch. last night I watched Billy getting ready for work and realized that in just a few months, I won't be able to do that for 12 more months. He'll be thousands of miles away and I won't be able to talk to him when ever I want to let alone see him everyday. i know I could probably throw a real fit over all this, but I know too that it wouldn't do any good. It's not like he can say no, when the country calls, he has to go. It's all part of being in the Army. Of course I knew too when I married him that the chances of him being called to active duty were really high. It doesn't make me love him any less, if anything, it makes me love him more. It makes me cherish each day, each minute we have together more. It makes me appreciate each word, look and touch more than before, because all too soon they will be gone.
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