I got a phone call from my husband last night. I was real happy about it. It had been over a week since I heard from him. When we do talk on the phone, it's about nothing important. It's as if he's down the street. We laugh and crack jokes, and I tell him new things our son is doing. Some of the wives here say I'm crazy. They get all red eyed and snotty when they talk to their husbands. But I don't see what good that does. You'll see those wives at the pier when we drop off our husbands for deployment, practically dragging behind them. I'm not cold-hearted or anything, but I don't see a point in bawling my head off. I'd rather know that when he gets off the phone with me that he's smiling, not worrying about if I'll be okay. I'd also rather have him see me smiling and waving when he heads toward the boat, than sucking in snot and moping. This last time was a hard one, because of the circumstances. He got his smile and wave, and didn't have to see me in the car ride home. I've been doing really good since he left. We've been apart longer than this before. Deployments are a regular thing with this job. He has more important things to worry about than if I'm crying in my pillow. That's just my opinion........

posted by: Michelle  |  date & time: 4:18 AM  |  comments: