Luckily in a bid to keep me from going completely bat shit insane my loving husband got his command to let him go to the field in October instead of September, even though my birthday/our 3 yr anniversary was in October. Just so I wouldn't have to go Space A to the states by myself with a 3 yr old in tow without him. Except that his command wouldn't let him leave, even if he wasn't in the field. So the only reason he traded September for October ended up being so he could keep our 3 yr old while I went to the states on a expensive as fuck commercial flight.
See? That's the kind of shit a Army wife, any kind of military wife has to put up with on a daily basis. The military branch your husband works for getting their jollies off by fucking up your plans. It sucks. And so circling back to my original point, it almost blows my mind what I've put up with. What any military wife puts up with.
I'm proud to say that because of the things military wives put up with on a daily basis, Superman, Wolverine, or Spider-Man are NOT my heroes.
Military wives are. =)
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