So needless to say things were stressed. Things got better and we decided to have another baby. Daughter #2 (now D10) was born, H got out of the Air Force, and we built a house. Seemed like we had the perfect life. We'd been in our house about 4 months when H had to go on drill for the Air Ntl Guard in Savannah, GA (a week before Thanksgiving). We fought almost the whole time he was gone for stupid things (money, his parents, etc). The day he was supposed to come home (2 days before Thanksgiving) he calls, tells me he isn't coming home and promptly hangs up. I had no way of getting in touch with him (this was before cell phones were as cheap as they are now) and I fell to pieces. I had no idea where he was for an entire week and then he wouldn't tell me where he was staying. I finally came to terms that he was probably having an affair and decided that I wanted to save my marriage. I can't really remember what happened but one night he broke down and told me that he'd been living with a woman he met during his week in Savannah and that they had an apt together. I decided to take him back and work on things. He moved home.
