Coping with deployment is nothing like the other separations. It's a whole different ballgame.
I'm on an emotional high right now and the smallest things can make me tear up. The night he left, I was really quiet.
I was sick, and I'm sure he thought that was why I didn't talk much, but I figured that if I stayed quiet then I wouldn't cry. I knew I had to be strong for the kids' sake.
He'd already mentioned that maybe we shouldn't go to the departure ceremony and started giving reasons as to why we didn't need to be there. It was hot in the gym. The whole ceremony was only gonna last a few minutes.
I immediately cut him off.
There was NO WAY I was gonna miss seeing him off.
NOTHING was going to keep me from being there.