Half way

The whole theory behind the title to this blog was how this year of "husband on another continent" would seem to take so long, that it would seem like more than just a year. Well, 7 1/2 months into this adventure, and here we celebrate the halfway point. That's right. Do the math. 7 1/2 plus 7 1/2 equals 15. Clearly, this will be the longest year.

I frequent a message board for military wives. It's a wonderful place. There's even a special section just for deployment talk. Which was normally a blessing. Until I hit this point in the time line and one by one, women start posting about getting their loved ones back in the next few days or weeks. A normally joyous occasion, where I should be happy for them. But, I'm not. I'm self centered. I sit here and read their posts and remember when they were just beginning the journey. A month after I did. That's disheartening. One of ours equals two of theirs. And the Army is claiming the rising suicide rates have nothing to do with the deployments. (Google it. I dare you).

I got a bottle of wine, and planned to make a real meal for myself. A halfway hurrah, of sorts. Instead I watched My Girl, drank a glass too many of wine (only two, but we'll touch the lack of tolerance in some future post) and ate half of the dessert. Fitting, I think.