Theme Park Mecca
Everyone keeps asking me "How is married life?". To tell the truth, it's lonely. Not the answer everyone was expecting, eh? It has taken me a long while to get used to the idea of him being gone for so long. He's gone for three months with no contact but letters and a live grenade pin he sent me (Awww...) and finally I got to see him, but only for 11 days.
I guess it is so hard because the time spent together doesn't quite make up for the time away. Every time he comes back, I expect him to stay for good, but that idea is quickly crushed when he begins packing. Until last weekend, I had not seen him since the honeymoon.
I miss him so much. It hurts when I go to anywhere and see couples enjoying themselves. I'm jealous to an extent, I suppose. They have the free time to do that. They don't have to grow up so fast. They don't need to be mature so quickly. Normal couples, married or single, do not have to deal with natural loss of one another. The worst thing that could happen is a choice of separation. My husband and I have to plan for the possibility of his death. Frankly, it sucks.
So now he is back in Pensacola, just a few hundred miles from me, and I can't be with him. I want him here with me. It's not very realistic, but I think I am going to wage war against the U.S government. Plans are still being drawn up.
So here I wait and I can only think of him. I think I am going to vent awhile, so feel free to skip the next few paragraphs if you have a weak stomach.
I miss him when I wake up, and my feet are cold (for some reason, no matter what I do, my feet end up freezing by morning) and I mindlessly let my feet search for the warmth of his legs, but come up empty handed... Er... empty footed... or something.
I miss the way he hugs me, and the way he always kisses me after I sneeze. I miss the way he smells after shaving (I think it may be the shaving cream, but he smells kind of like jolly ranchers). I miss trying to gross out everyone in our youth group by doing disgustingly cute couple things (especially The Kiss. Don't ask, it will make you want to hurl and melt at the same time). I miss him making breakfast for me, and how he hated it when I asked for cereal. I miss how he always fell asleep when I drew on his back. I miss his blue eyes, his rough hands, and how he usually sang "Friends in Low Places" in the morning before he got up because his voice was deepest then, and I always loved hearing it. I miss his choice of clothing (tight blue jeans, white t-shirt, and, you guessed it, black boots) and his "Italian Pride", especially while wearing that black leather jacket I gave him. I miss his smirk and his well-placed remarks and how he became addicted to coffee because of me and a mocha freeze from Panera Bread (It was a great day in history). I miss our four hour talks and chocolate icecream after making love. I miss our bonfires during the cold months, That One Game, and playing Ninjas vs. Cowboys (especially while his mom had guests over for dinner. By the way, ninjas rule!).
It is now my intention to play video games for several hours.
I guess it is so hard because the time spent together doesn't quite make up for the time away. Every time he comes back, I expect him to stay for good, but that idea is quickly crushed when he begins packing. Until last weekend, I had not seen him since the honeymoon.
I miss him so much. It hurts when I go to anywhere and see couples enjoying themselves. I'm jealous to an extent, I suppose. They have the free time to do that. They don't have to grow up so fast. They don't need to be mature so quickly. Normal couples, married or single, do not have to deal with natural loss of one another. The worst thing that could happen is a choice of separation. My husband and I have to plan for the possibility of his death. Frankly, it sucks.
So now he is back in Pensacola, just a few hundred miles from me, and I can't be with him. I want him here with me. It's not very realistic, but I think I am going to wage war against the U.S government. Plans are still being drawn up.
So here I wait and I can only think of him. I think I am going to vent awhile, so feel free to skip the next few paragraphs if you have a weak stomach.
I miss him when I wake up, and my feet are cold (for some reason, no matter what I do, my feet end up freezing by morning) and I mindlessly let my feet search for the warmth of his legs, but come up empty handed... Er... empty footed... or something.
I miss the way he hugs me, and the way he always kisses me after I sneeze. I miss the way he smells after shaving (I think it may be the shaving cream, but he smells kind of like jolly ranchers). I miss trying to gross out everyone in our youth group by doing disgustingly cute couple things (especially The Kiss. Don't ask, it will make you want to hurl and melt at the same time). I miss him making breakfast for me, and how he hated it when I asked for cereal. I miss how he always fell asleep when I drew on his back. I miss his blue eyes, his rough hands, and how he usually sang "Friends in Low Places" in the morning before he got up because his voice was deepest then, and I always loved hearing it. I miss his choice of clothing (tight blue jeans, white t-shirt, and, you guessed it, black boots) and his "Italian Pride", especially while wearing that black leather jacket I gave him. I miss his smirk and his well-placed remarks and how he became addicted to coffee because of me and a mocha freeze from Panera Bread (It was a great day in history). I miss our four hour talks and chocolate icecream after making love. I miss our bonfires during the cold months, That One Game, and playing Ninjas vs. Cowboys (especially while his mom had guests over for dinner. By the way, ninjas rule!).
It is now my intention to play video games for several hours.