Lot's of military wives blog about this same subject, it's perfectly common. I, however, would like to do it over time, learning as I go, with my own personal flare. Sound good? Yay :-)
Tip #1: DON'T watch Dr. Zhivago.
You're home alone and you figure "Eh, I'll watch a classic, why not?" Well, the dude has a wife AND a mistress. You're home alone, missing the love of your life, and this guy gets TWO women at his every beck and call? Having every emotional and sexual need fulfilled twice over? How the hell is THAT any fair?! You'd kill for just ONE particular wo/man to be there with you, and this guy gets TWO? Eff that! This movie just makes for one pissy jealousy fest- if you feel overcome with the need to watch it, run. Run to the library or movie rental place and get ANYTHING else. Even Jane Eyre will put you in a better mood.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
For once, being slightly serious
Hi all. It's been a long time, so I figured I'd take this opportunity to address my life to date. For those of you actually bored enough to be interested, you have my apologies. You're in for some serious rambling.
Paul left for Iraq in July, and I've moved back to New Jersey to be with my parents while he's gone. This decision has won me criticism from multiple people. Some of which has included, but is not limited to the following:
1. I am running away from my responsibilities as an adult.
2. I'm isolating myself from the world to sulk 24/7 about my husband being gone.
3. I am being immature for "running back to my mommy" (this kinda ties into #1).
4. I'm abandoning my husband by leaving the home we shared together, and moving across the country.
Everyone is certainly entitled to their own opinion. But let's consider my life specifically before we all pass judgment. Number 1: I think I'm still caring for my responsibilities. I may live in my mother's home, but nothing has changed from my married life. I share cooking responsibilities. I do my own laundry. I vacuum the upstairs wing of the house, and clean my own bathroom. I take care of the family pets, including grooming, feeding, and cleaning. I offered to pay rent in addition to doing all of the above, which she refused. Therefore, other than paying rent, I still maintain the household responsibilities that I had before moving in. If you really think otherwise, I have to say my mother and I have the most whacked out maid arrangement I've ever seen.
Number 2: I have the phone numbers and facebook pages of most of the unit wives. I think of them often, and keep in touch regularly, as annoying as I'm sure that is. I get out and visit the friends closer in location fairly often. I go out and run errands with my mom. I'm hardly shutting myself in my room, wallowing in self pity. This was part of the whole point of me moving- I felt more isolated in one of the largest states in our country than I do in one of the smallest. I think that's more ironic than Alanis' song.
Number 3: This is our first deployment. I fucking hate living in Texas. I hate the people (except the unit wives), I hate the traffic, and I hate the heat. I could live anywhere from Texas to a shoe box in your backyard as long as my husband was with me. But why should I suffer living in a place that I hate for an entire year, completely alone? When I can be in my second home, surrounded by loving friends and family? Yea, it sounds really immature to me, and doesn't make any sense.
Number 4: Moving "home" was not an easy decision for me to make. I had to weigh lot's of pros and cons before coming to my final decision. In the end, I made this move with my husband's loving support. He understands my need to be around other family in his absence. He willingly agreed to give up the home we shared together because he knew how happy I would be being with my parents in his absence. He understood that constantly being around his things in our home would make this separation harder on me, and being in the place I inhabited when I was single would be make it easier to sustain my life without him. In being his selfless self, he agreed this move was best for me. If I have his blessing, I'm hardly abandoning him. I keep in constant contact with him- I am always available to him, emotionally speaking. And since he's on the other side of the world right now, I don't see how me being somewhere else still half a world away is abandoning him. We're still apart either way; it's not like we're "more apart" if I change locations.
I hope that explains my logic behind my coming back to New Jersey. Now that you're fully informed, feel free to draw your own conclusions and form judgments. I promise to take them as seriously as I take global warming.
Paul left for Iraq in July, and I've moved back to New Jersey to be with my parents while he's gone. This decision has won me criticism from multiple people. Some of which has included, but is not limited to the following:
1. I am running away from my responsibilities as an adult.
2. I'm isolating myself from the world to sulk 24/7 about my husband being gone.
3. I am being immature for "running back to my mommy" (this kinda ties into #1).
4. I'm abandoning my husband by leaving the home we shared together, and moving across the country.
Everyone is certainly entitled to their own opinion. But let's consider my life specifically before we all pass judgment. Number 1: I think I'm still caring for my responsibilities. I may live in my mother's home, but nothing has changed from my married life. I share cooking responsibilities. I do my own laundry. I vacuum the upstairs wing of the house, and clean my own bathroom. I take care of the family pets, including grooming, feeding, and cleaning. I offered to pay rent in addition to doing all of the above, which she refused. Therefore, other than paying rent, I still maintain the household responsibilities that I had before moving in. If you really think otherwise, I have to say my mother and I have the most whacked out maid arrangement I've ever seen.
Number 2: I have the phone numbers and facebook pages of most of the unit wives. I think of them often, and keep in touch regularly, as annoying as I'm sure that is. I get out and visit the friends closer in location fairly often. I go out and run errands with my mom. I'm hardly shutting myself in my room, wallowing in self pity. This was part of the whole point of me moving- I felt more isolated in one of the largest states in our country than I do in one of the smallest. I think that's more ironic than Alanis' song.
Number 3: This is our first deployment. I fucking hate living in Texas. I hate the people (except the unit wives), I hate the traffic, and I hate the heat. I could live anywhere from Texas to a shoe box in your backyard as long as my husband was with me. But why should I suffer living in a place that I hate for an entire year, completely alone? When I can be in my second home, surrounded by loving friends and family? Yea, it sounds really immature to me, and doesn't make any sense.
Number 4: Moving "home" was not an easy decision for me to make. I had to weigh lot's of pros and cons before coming to my final decision. In the end, I made this move with my husband's loving support. He understands my need to be around other family in his absence. He willingly agreed to give up the home we shared together because he knew how happy I would be being with my parents in his absence. He understood that constantly being around his things in our home would make this separation harder on me, and being in the place I inhabited when I was single would be make it easier to sustain my life without him. In being his selfless self, he agreed this move was best for me. If I have his blessing, I'm hardly abandoning him. I keep in constant contact with him- I am always available to him, emotionally speaking. And since he's on the other side of the world right now, I don't see how me being somewhere else still half a world away is abandoning him. We're still apart either way; it's not like we're "more apart" if I change locations.
I hope that explains my logic behind my coming back to New Jersey. Now that you're fully informed, feel free to draw your own conclusions and form judgments. I promise to take them as seriously as I take global warming.
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