Counting no More

I know he told not to watch the news. I read it online instead.

Last Friday, President Obama said substantial amount of the 140,000 troops at the warzone will be home by the end of the year.

For most people, they’d be happy. I’d be happy for them.

But what about those who are there at the New Jersey base right now, freezing their butts off on training and getting ready to be deployed in the next three weeks? His promise sounds hopeful for those that have already left. No mention of those who are about to leave.

I stopped the countdown already as it has not helped me in coping up with this stress. Putting “Day 5” seems to be more stressful when you know that you need 395days more before the countdown hits 400.

Unexpectedly, it is not so bad after all.

Yes, it was hard the first week that he was gone. Dealing with the first three days was torture. Dealing with him dealing with his own stresses was quite difficult. This is hard for him too, being the one to go out there, so one has to have a big big heart and a very understanding mind. A snap can’t be taken personally and a cold voice does not necessarily mean that he has changed. The stuff from the army that he sent me broke me to tears. Not being able to call him or text him whenever I want to was an emotional battle. Longing to stay on the phone for a few more minutes was just part of the wish list.

A good cry was all it took to make things better. Leona Lewis and Gina said it correctly—it gets better in time.