just venting

i miss my husband. he’s *supposed* to be home at the end of april, but the harsh reality is that he could be away for up to 4 more months, or even more. no matter how many times he is gone, it’s never easier. i always tell myself it not that bad and that i’m fine, but it’s hard.

we don’t have any contact this time so its back to writing letters..

he’s going to miss our 1st wedding anniversary, i already know i’ll be a wreck.

i can be totally fine through out the day, while keeping busy, going to work. but the nights are the hardest. like right now..