McDonalds
McDonalds has wi fi! I actually had my computer with me when I brought Briley to eat so here I am posting from the fat capital of my weakness. Briley is playing and I'm observing all of the strange people of this little town. Every time I am here I see such a mix of folk. It's pretty typical to see snot nosed nasty kids that are swaping germs with my son in the walls of a colored play palace. Today there good and bad kids here but I overall just don't care. I'm constantly reminded of the sites of divorce here, yes at McDonalds! There are dads meeting their kids seeming like they haven't seen them in months, there are moms trying to act civil when you can tell they would rather have a root canal. I sit here and wish I could have even that uncomfortableness now. Jon called me this morning at work and I missed his call, after having a dream about him being burried I was pretty upset to have missed his call. As Briley and I are sitting in this super loud play area my phone rings and it is Jon, nice to talk to him but the news is never good or bad. He called to tell me that his promise to call this evening when we are at home was going to be broken because he is going tonight from Kuwait. He has been gone for a cople weeks but now it really starts to suck, he will be where there is constant danger. Briley talked to him for a few minutes, as long as he could maintain focus anyway. Little words saying "Daddy are you in a tank" are so firmilar to me but I wish they weren't.
This isn't any eaiser being divorced, in fact I think it is harder because all I keep thinking is if he dies he isn't even my husband anymore he is just my son's dad and I don't feel right about it.
Jon will work for 12 to 18 months with only two weeks off, there are only two weeks that he can see his family, only two weeks that he can not have to worry about being shot, only two weeks to focus on the reality of the life he left behind.
This isn't any eaiser being divorced, in fact I think it is harder because all I keep thinking is if he dies he isn't even my husband anymore he is just my son's dad and I don't feel right about it.
Jon will work for 12 to 18 months with only two weeks off, there are only two weeks that he can see his family, only two weeks that he can not have to worry about being shot, only two weeks to focus on the reality of the life he left behind.