Pity Party

How did homecoming become a pissing match? What the fuck? The boys are coming home and there's not one damn thing that means shit beyond that single fact. They are coming home. This isn't a fucking competition. It's not a race of who's coming home sooner than who. As long as they all get here in one piece, I couldn't give two shits less about when they get here. Just so long as they do.

So, my husband is coming on the last main body flight. Fan-fucking-tastic! Most of my friends' hubbies will be home before mine and a good part of them will be done with reverse SRP before mine is boots on the ground. Oh well. That's just the way things have come about this redeployment. The CoC took everyone in the battalion, wrote their names on a card, pulled out the cards of people they hate, threw them in the air, and played a rousing round of 52-card pickup. Cards 1-150 are on flight one, 151-300 are flight 2, and those people we hate are on lucky number 13!! That's the only rhyme or reason I can see behind this cluster-fuck of a redeployment manifest with companies scattered hither and yon.

What annoys me most is not that my hubby is coming in dead last. It's that wives feel the need to fucking apologize for theirs coming home sooner. Hello!! I am happy for you, bitch! Go to homecoming, be happy, dance, sing, take him home, and rape the shit out of him! Regardless of anything else going on, I am ecstatic that the guys are on their way home and every single one of those heroes deserves to come home safely, be with their families and enjoy their moment in the spotlight. Fuck my husband! You know what I mean. I don't need a pity party. A few more days aren't going to kill me and I promise, my happiness at any of the guys being boots on the ground far outweighs any inkling of jealousy I might be harboring.

If you want to throw a pity party, throw it for my hubby. He gets to fly home with a CoC that he doesn't like or even respect. That, my friends, is something to feel bad about.