First, it must have been very hard while he was gone. I mean, it was not the safest place in the world, huh? What did you do to get past any fear you felt while he was over there?
Now, he is finally where you can see and feel that he is safe and you get hit with the possibility of him being taken away anyway.
On top of that, throw in the massive swinging of your poor hormones. You truly are a very strong person.
I'm not sure if I'm a strong person. I feel like I'm falling apart most of the time.
The deployment was hard. I had every single problem a pregnancy can have and a hyper toddler to care for.
I had a stalker and even the ceiling on my kitchen fell.
I think this house has never seen these many cops and handyman. And I had a doctor's visit every second for every new issue. It was HELL.
Just picture me PROJECTILE vomiting, scary movie style, while peeing myself and while S1 screamed terrified. That was a normal day.
Meanwhile H detached completely. He didn't seem to care as much as he should have. Sometimes I wouldn't hear from him for days, and I thought he was being attacked, and some days he was, but now I think he was just spending time with OW. They would go out and have ice cream and coffee (Afghanistan is not that scary anymore) and I guess make out after -- he says they didn't have sex. I doubt it.
