I woke up alone this morning ...wandered around the house for a few minutes before settling down with a cup of coffee and my computer. A few hours ago my husband kissed me as he headed out the door for drill.
Sitting here, the dogs are laying around the floor at my feet, I hear the hum of the washing machine and the circling of the ceiling fan. This 'quietness' takes me back to deployment when I would wake up alone to the silence that surrounded me. Sundays reminded me that my husband was gone, that I had to to start another empty week without him. I felt less important without him, less interesting, less...and less! I honestly believe that Sundays were my most depressing day - the day when I just wish I could be swallowed up by something and put out of my misery. Oh, how I dreaded Sunday morning coming around at the time!
Deployment hasn't been that long ago that I've forgotten what it feels like to wake up alone on Sundays. One day...it'll fade back so far that I won't remember.
One day.
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