So I’m definitely having a rant this week. I cannot wait for April 22nd to be here. My boyfriend being gone has taken a really big toll on me emotionally. A lot in the beginning and here lately, all I want to do is cry. He was the one person who made everything right (besides my momma of course) but not having him here is tearing me up.
It also bothers me when girls put on Facebook all the time how they miss their boyfriend because they haven’t spoken in 12 hours. It’s ridiculous. It takes so much in me not to flip on them. I’ve gone 73 days since I’ve gotten to talk him. And what’s worse is it’s not just 73 days not talking to my boyfriend, it’s 73 days of not talking to my best friend. I think that’s why it’s been so hard for me here lately. I need my best friend to vent to and I haven’t had that, so I’ve bottled things up to the point it’s making me sick.
His family has been such a great support for me. His dad was in the Army (and while the Marines are a lot different) he went through 2 tours of duty so his mom is familiar with what I’m dealing with, along with a few other people. They frequently check on me and we go get ice cream and such, but it’s still not him. I don’t have his hugs to make everything better. I can’t curl up on the couch with them and watch scary movies and eat ice cream.
Another reason I think things have been so much harder for me lately is that I haven’t gotten a letter from him in 19 days. For those of you who don’t really know much about Marine boot camp (I sure didn’t when we
started dating) but they go through 13 weeks of intense training and a week before graduation they go through the Crucible. This is 54 hours of simulated combat. If they can make it through that, they will become a Marine. Well Chris was originally scheduled to leave April 26th for boot camp. On January 22nd he found out he would be leaving January 24th. We had 2 days to say our goodbyes. We went from planning movie nights for the next week, to figuring out what he needed to take with him. It was such a shock for me; I grew up never really having anyone in my immediate family in the military. I never knew that the military does things on their own time. So he left me January 24th. Over the past 2 almost 3 months I’ve gotten 6 letters from him. The last one I received was dated March 13th. I think that’s what is killing me the most. The guys in his platoon (he is in San Diego so every recruit out there is male, unlike Parris Island, which is male and female) go through the Crucible next week. And to ensure he will get my letters, the last ones I can mail will be this week.
But little does he know, I am going to his graduation. I forgot to mention, his graduation falls on his 22nd birthday. He thinks I have tests and homework that week which would prevent me from being able to come. He just thinks his parents and brother will be the only ones coming. Well, I am going to go out with his family to see him graduate. On top of that, his best friend and her husband are also going to be there to see it as well. I write him every night before I go to bed and it’s so hard not to mention something about being out there.
I’ve just got to stay focused for 2 more weeks then I am home free. He will get to come home for 10 days then he goes to 2 months of job training. But I will be able to handle that because we will get to talk every weekend. I will be sure to keep you all up to date about how graduation goes.
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