Got sushi today with Nick. After getting the bill, he joked about how we won’t be able to go out to eat anymore this month.
I answered with “We can go to Massimo’s(our favorite Italian restaurant in town) next month”
Then my eyes got watery. I tried to laugh it off to stop the water works, but it didn’t work. I cried in a restaurant.
It’s a horrible realization. You can’t even make dinner plans. Your life together is put on hold for nine months, possibly twelve.
I’ve never been one to complain much, but I guess this is my breakdown moment. He fell asleep on me tonight and I wanted to stay like that forever. Sitting on our couch, with Tuff laying on my feet, Nick’s head resting on my shoulder, and listenng to his random obnoxious snores.
Life together is simple, we have a routine. It’s time to make a new routine. Something that will pass the time, keep me distracted.
I’m worried though, I can’t help but worry. Worry about what will happen while he’s gone. Worry about what will happen when he gets home.
Nothing can prepare you for it, even if you’ve already gone through it.
Our men look forward to them. Spouses, fiancees, significant others, and family members dread them.
No doubt I’m proud, but no doubt do I wish he could stay home.
I would like to take this moment to say, people irritate the living everything outta me!
Stop telling me you’re excited for me to come home.
It’s like saying you’re excited for Nick to go to Afghanistan.
I. HATE. IT.
I’m not excited.
I will never understand why people find comfort in being demeaning. If I do something nice for you I don’t expect anything in return, but it would be a kind gesture to be civil. Ohh, and constantly talking down about someone who played a vital role in another person’s life directly to them does not make you seem better. It’s disrespectful. GO AWAY.
There’s just certain people I can’t stand.