So I knew this wouldn’t be easy.
But I never thought it would be this hard.
We did fine dating on opposite coasts. I thought being married on opposite coasts would be the same.
I thought wrong.
Every feeling I have seems stronger than before, which is great when the feelings are good and not so great when the feeling is akin to neglect.
It’s not neglect; it’s a learning what sacrifices are involved in being a “military spouse.”
It’s learning that it’s not just us; it’s us and the Coast Guard.
It’s learning how to fight over the phone on borrowed time and that, sometimes, it’s not worth it.
It’s learning to communicate what’s needed and what I’m feeling without laying blame.
It’s realizing that being angry and frustrated with the situation is ok but that it’s not the same as being angry and frustrated with him. (Although the two can go hand in hand.)
When it comes down to it, it’s understanding how much I truly hate this situation.