Bill was camping last night, and I took advantage of his absence to write an article for a magazine that is due very very soon. The editor asked me to incorporate “how my husband’s military service has benefited my life in a positive way.”
Right now, I am not a happy Army wife. This life is rough, new jobs require adjusting for everybody, and we’ve got residual issues associated with his return from deployment. As optimistic as I like to think I am most of the time, I was having a lot of trouble finding anything positive to say about this life he has dragged me into (it’s all his fault). Finally, I managed to think of something.
Today, I was telling him of my struggles. “Did you finally say that all our separations make us appreciate each other even more?”
“Did you read my article?” I asked.
He hadn’t. He just knows me that well.