Sometimes being a military spouse, straight up BITES!*
And, yes, I had an idea of what I was getting into when he signed away our lives. We had been married for two years when Sweet Husband felt called to join the military.
Sweet husband signed on the line, and two weeks later we said goodbye for the first time. He went through eights weeks of basic training, followed by twenty-four weeks of specialized training, before we were able to live together again.
Over the years, we've spent almost as much time living apart as we have living together. One might think that saying "goodbye" that often has left me hardened, that Sweet Husband's comings and goings are nothing more than turn-of-the-mill events.
One would be wrong.
Sweet Husband is adored. Everyday, when he walks through the front door, he's greeted by squeals and cheers. Occasionally the paparazzi is also on the scene to document such goings on. Everyday that Sweet Husband gets to come home. Our household rejoices. So when he gets orders to leave for weeks at a time. It is devastating.
Sometimes dealing with the craziness and politics of a unit leaves you feeling emotionally bruised and battered.
Combine the two together, and it's no wonder military installations have liquor stores.
*Yes, it bites. It does not suck. Think about it. Biting is ALWAYS bad. Sucking is not.