Last weekend was awful. I was a mess, sad, and emotional the whole weekend. Its only Friday so I hope its not too early to say this but this weekend is already going better. I haven’t cried yet but I’m sure I will eventually. Its Easter, our first holiday apart. Its going to be hard. Really hard for both of us be we’ll make it through.
I know I am not getting “use” to being without him. I’ll never get use to it. I hate when people say that. He’s my husband, the man I love most in this world, the one I want to spend second with. We married each other thinking we would do just that. Being apart like this isn’t natural and it doesn’t get easier, at least for me it doesn’t. Everywhere I look and in everything I do they are reminders of him. And as if the being apart is hard enough, the no communication takes it all to a whole other level. He’s been gone for almost two weeks now and I’m not going to lie, I was expecting a letter by now. Even if he doesn’t write me but once, thats all I need. I just want his address so I can write him and have at least some connection with him.
I know a letter will come eventually and I know for him not to have sent one yet that they are keeping him extremely busy. I know that just like me, he’s doing his best to adjust and its hard. He’s being tested in every way. I don’t know what I am trying to say in this post. I usually try to have a point or topic, but this one is just random thoughts and processing. Just trying to remember every stage of this crazy journey.