As I write this, I sit in a hotel room in Virginia at 4:30am while my husband is at his morning PT routine. Just a few days ago, I sat in a hotel room in Ruidoso, New Mexico trying to keep my mind off of missing my husband so much while he was away at training. The lightning fast switch in locations is enough to make anyone's head spin, honestly.
As an aside, I would not have been able to do this, and come to Virginia on the spur-of-the-moment if we had any children. But not to dwell on that, I didn't come here out of selfishness or for frivolous reasons. My husband missed me. A lot. It was affecting his ability to concentrate and focus on school. It affected his sense of self-confidence, and mental resiliency. I missed him, too. A lot. I was sad and depressed, moping around the empty house, and debating going to sleep at 8pm just so the days would go by faster. I guess we both needed this.
Some might call us pathetic, but our love for each other has not diminished over the years. It has grown stronger, and when separations come, they are stressful and sometimes devastating. Since this particular separation was able to be circumvented, we did so. I paid for my own transportation out here, and the hotel room price is the same whether one person or two occupies it. Meals we either pay for ourselves, or we share one if the servings are big. There is no exploitation of the government credit card, we get to be together, and my husband can focus on school and aim for honor grad.
It's 3:15am back at home. My poor dogs are probably wondering where the hell I am (my neighbor is taking care of them), and I'm sitting here hunched over a laptop in a hotel room two time zones away. Overall, I love my life and wouldn't trade a minute of it away.
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