I thought I should tell you all that I've finally spoken to the husband again. The first, and until this time the last, time that I spoke to him was July 29th. Friday (Sept. 5) he called and we were able to talk for about 4.5 minutes. He was given permission to call to let me know that his graduation date for Basic Training was moved up a week (thank goodness! They screwed up by making his graduation date a couple of days after he was supposed to start his Advanced Individualized Training and he wasn't going to get home until March!). I asked him if was happy and he said yes, so that made me happy. I know he didn't mean that he doesn't miss us, because every single letter is filled with how much he misses us. But I just wanted him to be happy with the decision he had made, since his happiness was the only reason I let him go.
On Friday, before the husband called, I was talking to some other teachers I work with, and my friend asked me if I ever am glad that the husband isn't here. I had to think about that for a minute, but I honestly answered that, no, I am never glad that he isn't here. I always miss him, even though I'm not always crying and upset about it (that only happens about once a week at the most now). But I have discovered that the whole thing is easier than I thought it would be. I thought I would have been committed by now, but I'm actually doing really well, mentally and emotionally. I'm glad to know that I am capable of handling this life on my own, even though I don't want to do it for the rest of my life.
A couple of Sundays ago, I was sitting in Sacrament meeting and I started thinking about the pioneer women and how they coped when their husbands were called away on missions or when they were sent to be part of the Mormon Battalion. I think my situation is actually kind of like theirs. Okay, I don't have to go plow the fields by myself and harvest the wheat by myself. But I feel like I understand how they felt and also how they were able to accomplish everything they did. They did it because they had to. There wasn't another option.
And now people ask me, "How do you do it?" And I can only answer, "I do it because I have to."
10 comments:
I have great respect for you and anyone else that has their husbands gone like that. You are one of my hero's!
I think you are amazing!
I'm glad Seth is doing well!
Wow! You are amazing! I really don't think I could do it.
Whitney
I'm glad the husband is happy. I still think it sucks he never gets to call though. That's tough! Looks like you've used your time wisely though. I see all those Halloween crafts you've been working on. Do you craft on his side of the bed?
Nope, Seth's side of the bed is now covered in, well, mostly books. They're not quite as good company as he is, but they keep me occupied at night. As does my best friend, QVC.
I wish I lived closer to you so I could help you out. Hopefully you have people that are helping so it isn't overwhelming all the time.
I actually am doing really well and my parents and my in-laws have been really helpful. I've spent almost every single Sunday over at my parents' and I don't pick up the boys from the in-laws' until about 5 or 6 in the evening so I have time to get stuff done at work and get other errands done. But thank you for your concern, Bonnie. And Megan. And Emily. And Whitney. And Nicole. My blogging family and friends are the best!
So I feel left out of your blogging family...anyways. I'm glad you're doing well and that Seth is happy. ditto to everybody who says you're amazing.
BTW, I gave you an award over at my blog.
Sending my support 2 for you and yours. Hope the letters never cease, something you will be able to keep and cherish. Not married of course at the time, but being away from my loved one, was really, really hard. At least you are putting his side of the bed to good use! :) Hang tough, your BF (blogging family) is here.
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