I guess I'm freaking out a bit at the moment. Must be the gin as I can't type either. Normally I'm 60wpm while carrying on a conversation
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Sorry I'm not there now, mate, to be the one with the six-pack 'n' roadmap. For what it's worth, it sounds like what you're dealing with is normal given all of what's gone on. You weren't in the new place all that long before getting sent out, so there wasn't much time for it to sink in. Sorry to say it, but it hadn't become home yet. And being away, in an unfamiliar place, tends to up the immediate intensity...which makes less familiar memory take a back seat.
You've got the right stuff, the IMPORTANT stuff, clear in your head. C and the boys and Natasha. If the house were to get hit by lightning, catch fire, fall over and sink into the swamp, they'd still be there and be the important things.
Yeah, it sucks when the important things that are supposed to be there in life when you've done things right haven't come along yet. Part of that, part of what we were raised with, is the house that's become home. I don't remember anyone talking to us (or at least not to me) about what it's like as an adult to pack up your family and move somewhere else and how long it can be before the new house isn't just the place where your boxes of stuff are but HOME. The juvenile, immature part of me sometimes wants to have a tantrum over not being prepared for that, but I'm enough of an adult to know that's bullshit. There's no way to prepare someone for that. Kinda like knowing what love is, you gotta be there first.
Hang in there, boyo. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, and you've got a fine woman who's standing by you (not to mention Offspring-1, Offspring-2 and the Stalwart Defender of the Empire). You're also doing what we were taught, in the finer moments, that a man is to do...
Sorry I'm not there now, mate, to be the one with the six-pack 'n' roadmap. For what it's worth, it sounds like what you're dealing with is normal given all of what's gone on. You weren't in the new place all that long before getting sent out, so there wasn't much time for it to sink in. Sorry to say it, but it hadn't become home yet. And being away, in an unfamiliar place, tends to up the immediate intensity...which makes less familiar memory take a back seat.
You've got the right stuff, the IMPORTANT stuff, clear in your head. C and the boys and Natasha. If the house were to get hit by lightning, catch fire, fall over and sink into the swamp, they'd still be there and be the important things.
Yeah, it sucks when the important things that are supposed to be there in life when you've done things right haven't come along yet. Part of that, part of what we were raised with, is the house that's become home. I don't remember anyone talking to us (or at least not to me) about what it's like as an adult to pack up your family and move somewhere else and how long it can be before the new house isn't just the place where your boxes of stuff are but HOME. The juvenile, immature part of me sometimes wants to have a tantrum over not being prepared for that, but I'm enough of an adult to know that's bullshit. There's no way to prepare someone for that. Kinda like knowing what love is, you gotta be there first.
Hang in there, boyo. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, and you've got a fine woman who's standing by you (not to mention Offspring-1, Offspring-2 and the Stalwart Defender of the Empire). You're also doing what we were taught, in the finer moments, that a man is to do...
...even when it sucks.
*hugs*
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