And I totally get what you mean about the girl he fell in love with. I was 17, too. He was 18. We have 3 children, it can't ever be the way it was. BUT I've thought about this and I was fun then. Recently, never mind my depression, I wasn't D... I was mom. I haven't been Just D in for what seems like forever.
We've been doing date nights. Granted, he's only been gone for 2 1/2 weeks so far, but he's talking about staying away for 1 - 3 months. Anyway, we went bowling last weekend and *I* had fun anyway. This weekend, or for our next date night, whenever that will be, I'm going to suggest put-put golf. We used to do that and it's always good for a few laughs.
You know what's funny, is I feel more pain for what I caused him than the pain he caused me, if that makes sense and mine had an A. Don't get me wrong, it's still very painful, it's just worse when I think about what I put him through. I know this sounds like blame, and I don't think it is. I think it's more me coming to terms with some of the things I did to contribute to this distance.
