You know, life is crazy. It comes from all directions and it doesn't stop. I can barely handle the fact that it's 2012 which makes me every bit of 42 yrs. #@$%^U*&^%$ but not only that but where the hell did July go???? Was it just not the 4th of July? I was so happy for everyone taking the week off. The traffic was light and spirits were high but here we are; it's already the 21st and you might as well put July to bed...it's done. So I said all of that to say that life is short and the things that royally piss us off on a daily basis really shouldn't if you look at the big picture. Think about all the monumental things that could have happened. Go ahead, I'll give you a sec. Feeling bad yet? I do. I should be ashamed of myself.
But it's not entirely my fault. Come Aug. 7 I will have been married for 7 yrs. to the beautiful, and manly, Mr. James Williams. We were married for 8 glorious months before we decided that overseas work for James would be the way to go. : / It was such an opportunity and blah blah blizzle. Then he left. I thought I would die. I remember walking through our quaint 863 sq. ft. apt. like someone killed my dog right in front of me. It wasn't pretty. I could not believe that we prayed for this. I was so sad! I missed my poodle. For days and days I pouted. But by the time the first check got deposited into our acct...I was good. I was really good. You mean I just have to clean up after myself? You mean I can eat cereal for a wk.? You mean I can watch all the reality tv I want w/o being judged? I'm cutting my hair!!!!! (I still miss that Mohawk. sigh.) In other words, I became accustomed. And then after a couple of yrs., he came home. And stayed. Yaaaaay! Ummmm, can you pick up your shoes? Can you clean the bathroom? Do you have any idea when this bill is due? Hell no! This is marriage!? I was thrown for a loop and I was beside myself.
So then he went back overseas and this pattern has been going on since we have been married. This last time he left for Afghanistan and it was different. We both were not prepared for the separation and we surely didn't want it but our savings was dwindling and no one was calling for interviews anymore. My job surely couldn't hold it down and we, again, decided that overseas it would have to be. Frickin' boo.
We just got used to being a married couple. We had the house and the yard and the dog and the bills...it was great. Even though I could do w/o the side of his bed looking like "who did it and why?" I would have loved for him to do the yard like our yard guys would. I wouldn't mind him scheduling the monthly bills to go out. And then he left...again. This time was really hard. Reallly hard. Enough was enough. Our marriage, our spirits couldn't take it anymore. He came home for R&R at the end of May, had an interview the very next day...nailed it. He got the job and has been home for 2 months now. He's back and we will never again take each other for granted. I am so happy I can barely contain it. Yes, we are an old married couple and I love it. The weekends have been used for DIY house projects and whatever the hell else we feel like doing, all is well with the world! Date nights have been reinstated, simply put, I have my best friend back. I love being married and I love the ugliness and awkwardness because when it's pretty it's so dam pretty.
