not really sure where I want to go with this...
I guess two Wednesdays ago is as good of a place as any to start with the total falling apart of my life. But before I go there, I got a job for the fall! I haven't accepted it yet so I won't list the school, but I will be teaching 12th grade English at a high school in Gwinnett County.
So yeah, two Wednesdays ago. Worst day of my life. It was spring break from student teaching and I had just walked downstairs to get my computer so that I could work on my case study that was due that Friday. On the way up I heard the doorbell ring, which is really weird since no one ever comes to our door.
So I opened the door and was asked to sign for a package. No problem, I did so. Then I noticed the return address, and my stomach fell, and I knew my life had changed for the worse. The return address was HRC--human resources command, from the Army. Before I even opened up the envelope, I knew what was inside.
I started crying before I opened it-that's how sure I was of what was inside. All other correspondence came through the normal mail, not sign for it military special mail. Essentially, Tim's been ordered back to active duty for 400 (may 18, 2008-june 21, 2009)days. Destination unknown, but you get one guess. Ok, two, because even we haven't managed to narrow it down from there.
Everything we've worked for for the last year, all the struggles to get to where we finally would be (both employed, in school, buying a house, starting our lives) is gone. Basically, he has to put everything on hold for a year to go fight in a war that neither of us believe in or support. I'll be left alone for a year while Tim risks his life for a cause that's dead.
Basically, I spent a solid week crying. We're finally to the point where we can get through an entire day without breaking down, but it's still not easy. I still wake up every morning and remember that it's not a dream and lose a little more of myself. Tim's at the same point, but more hopeful than I am.
We're fighting it. We're fighting it with everything we have. The VA is involved, and every senator that represents us. Hell, I've even started talking to God. Appearantly there are 111,000 soldiers in the IRR (inactive ready reserve, told at enlistment it's a precaution in case of world war 3, but really just pawns the army can play with as they wish) they're calling up 1,000 for this deployment, but no hints as to what the job is. Somehow Tim was lucky enough to win the lottery and be in the less than 1% who got called back...
More tomorrow, I'm upsetting myself.
So yeah, two Wednesdays ago. Worst day of my life. It was spring break from student teaching and I had just walked downstairs to get my computer so that I could work on my case study that was due that Friday. On the way up I heard the doorbell ring, which is really weird since no one ever comes to our door.
So I opened the door and was asked to sign for a package. No problem, I did so. Then I noticed the return address, and my stomach fell, and I knew my life had changed for the worse. The return address was HRC--human resources command, from the Army. Before I even opened up the envelope, I knew what was inside.
I started crying before I opened it-that's how sure I was of what was inside. All other correspondence came through the normal mail, not sign for it military special mail. Essentially, Tim's been ordered back to active duty for 400 (may 18, 2008-june 21, 2009)days. Destination unknown, but you get one guess. Ok, two, because even we haven't managed to narrow it down from there.
Everything we've worked for for the last year, all the struggles to get to where we finally would be (both employed, in school, buying a house, starting our lives) is gone. Basically, he has to put everything on hold for a year to go fight in a war that neither of us believe in or support. I'll be left alone for a year while Tim risks his life for a cause that's dead.
Basically, I spent a solid week crying. We're finally to the point where we can get through an entire day without breaking down, but it's still not easy. I still wake up every morning and remember that it's not a dream and lose a little more of myself. Tim's at the same point, but more hopeful than I am.
We're fighting it. We're fighting it with everything we have. The VA is involved, and every senator that represents us. Hell, I've even started talking to God. Appearantly there are 111,000 soldiers in the IRR (inactive ready reserve, told at enlistment it's a precaution in case of world war 3, but really just pawns the army can play with as they wish) they're calling up 1,000 for this deployment, but no hints as to what the job is. Somehow Tim was lucky enough to win the lottery and be in the less than 1% who got called back...
More tomorrow, I'm upsetting myself.