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Scott left for his deployment today. I knew he was going soon, but I anticipated at least another week with him, possibly two. I did NOT expect to get a call on Wednesday morning from him, telling me he was shipping out Friday afternoon. After I initially lost it, I've been on on-again/off-again crying jags. My house feels normal now... but when I go to bed tonight and he's not there, I'm going to lose it again.
This SUCKS. That's the only way I can accurately describe it.
Also... I'm tired of people saying, "Oh, it's only 3 months. That's nothing." While I realize that it's infinitely better than him going off on an 18-month tour of Afghanistan, it's still 3 months I'm apart from him, and we haven't spent more than a few nights away from one another in the better part of 2 years. There's an 11 hour time difference. I'm OFF during the summer, meaning that not only am I not working, but I'm also going to be ALONE.
Gah.
This SUCKS. That's the only way I can accurately describe it.
Also... I'm tired of people saying, "Oh, it's only 3 months. That's nothing." While I realize that it's infinitely better than him going off on an 18-month tour of Afghanistan, it's still 3 months I'm apart from him, and we haven't spent more than a few nights away from one another in the better part of 2 years. There's an 11 hour time difference. I'm OFF during the summer, meaning that not only am I not working, but I'm also going to be ALONE.
Gah.