Hubby and I have been so excited about his upcoming R&R in September. He was supposed to find out the exact date he was going to be leaving this past weekend and he was sure given an answer. My phone rang Saturday morning and giddy, I answered the phone. We carried on as usual for a while and then Hubby said, "I have some bad news." My stomach tightened. But I thought, "Hubby's on the other line, how bad could it be?" He explained that there were too many people signed up to go home in September and his leave date was bumped back to October.
Now, more people would say, "oh, it's just another month." Well, let me explain that when you have been counting down to a specific date for months and months, to add another month onto that is pretty devastating. Now, he could come home in the beginning of October, which would only be two weeks after his previous date. After a few days of letting this sink in and it's not thaaat bad, but still frustrating.
Looking back on how I acted, it was pretty ridiculous. I was mad, pissed off, livid really. When Hubby told me the news, I was with a bunch of friends so it didn't really sink in. I told Blaze about what happened and he offered, "don't take it out on him." The next day, after the weekend was over and it all began to sink in, I got even more mad. And what did I do? I took it out on Hubby. Yelled at him, blamed him, the whole nine yards. I know Hubby was mad too and we both took it out on each other. For no reason at all, it's the Army that is to blame.
I suppose I was looking for someone to vent my anger to, someone to blame, someone to get mad at for making it even longer until I get to see my husband. He was the easiest person to blame. I am disappointed in myself for how I handled the situation, but have learned from it. This is just another reminder that the Army rules our lives, they just wanted to make sure we remembered and we sure do.
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