Another Day

Well it's an end to another day. Another day by myself. Another day with a migraine that I can't get rid of. I hate this being by myself. If I wanted to be a single parent I wouldn't have remarried. I hear all the time "You knew what you were getting into when you married a man in the Army" and it makes me SO mad. Just because I knew there would be deployments, TDY, schools, and anything else the Army can throw at us to keep him away, doesn't mean that I have to LIKE it. Yes it's my lot in life but that doesn't mean that I can't complain about it. I guess I should be happy that he's not in Iraq, but we've done our Iraq time. He was in Iraq for one year, came home, then his unit got extended and he was sent back over for another 4-6 months being one of the last to come home. I wasn't with him but he's been to Bosnia and Kosovo to, so I would say he's done his time. Now after only being here 6 months he's now on an extended TDY, recruiting of all things. He hates it, I hate it and I'm damn tired of doing everything by myself. I've spent the last 3 years (yes I said 3)being alone. I am lucky in the fact that we now have internet and cell phones and we can communicate that way. But it still sucks big fat donkey Balls. Yet I sit and wait for him to come home. Why? Because I love him and he loves the Army.