Hallelujah this deployment is OVER. Done. Finito. In the bag. Waving from the back window of a speeding car!
My best guy isn't home yet, but he is not 'there'....and that is almost good enough. Ya'll, this deployment has sucked in a major way (can I get a witness?). This girl was not put on this earth of walk alone. Nope, I need my guy holding my hand and walking right beside me...shaking his head at me and telling me what a hot mess I am.
I go bat-shit crazy by myself. I behave irrationally and scare my friends and family. The dogs think I am getting ready to audition for the starring role in "One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, part 2" or the "Sybil" remake. Whichever makes me seem more challenging. Now, hold your horses...I am not speaking derogatory towards anyone with true challenges....just making a correlation. I don't have the time nor energy to pacify anyone riding the PC bus. Do. NOT. GO. There.
I am the spouse of a (returning) deployed soldier..I am allowed to swagger around toting my crazy in my Vera.
Okay...let's all breath. Exhale with me..no wimping out.
Peace
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