Is it just me? Am I a bad wife? The husband is on leave and has been home for a week now and he is driving me up the proverbial wall! He needs to go the fuck back to work before I have to kill him. Why do I feel like this? Is it the endless deployments and training and schools that have just accustomed me to him not being around? Or is it that he is always on the go somewhere and can't fucking sit still for more than five minutes at a time?
I love my husband and you all know that. We've been married almost sixteen years. He's my best friend, my confidant, my fuck buddy, and my world revolves around him. Well, him and the damned Army. But he makes me completely fucking insane!! Add to that four kids, Christmas chaos, and perpetual insomnia and I'm ready to suck start that pistol. Again. Deployment makes me want to off myself and leave does the same damn thing to my state of mind. I'm in hell.
Am I alone in this? Is there anybody out there who loves their husband and is proud of the fact that he's a soldier, but at the same time wishes more than anything sometimes that he would go away? I'm going to say it's the holidays. He always goes into asshole mode around this time of year (the product of not so happy childhood memories of Christmases past), but I hate asshole husband!!
So, for the next week, I get to have this man around 24-7 and attempt not to let him see that I would like nothing better than to stuff him in a tuff box and ship to Afghanistan so he can kill some terrorists and work out his aggressions on someone other than me. My only other option is try to screw him into being a good guy. James Bond managed to fuck bad girls into being good. Maybe it'll work for me. Wish me luck!
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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