Sometimes as we drive home the road ahead blurs and we can hardly see through the tears. Another goodbye. Another night alone. Another drive spent wondering when we’ll see him again. Many times wondering if we’ll ever see him again. Last night I didn’t want to go to sleep because that would require crawling into an empty bed–I didn’t want to turn off the Christmas lights because a dark home feels like a lonelytell me the rest!
Category: Marriage
The Marine Corps: destroyer of idols
Last night I had the chance to see my husband for an hour. Sixty minutes. It was wonderful. Our situation really is great. First, getting to see him at all a huge gift because many wives don’t even get sixty minutes, sometimes for a year at a time. Second, he’s only gone for three weeks. You seasoned military wives are probably chuckling right now–three weeks is nothing in the Marinetell me the rest!
It is okay to not like your husband
I’ll be honest, tonight was not supposed to go like this. It’s Saturday. My husband and I are supposed to be at home together, watching a movie and binge eating everything in sight. Instead, my husband is off at the beach getting some time alone and I’m sitting in front of the computer by myself writing about my marriage, which is really quite uncharacteristic of me–I am not one totell me the rest!
A venture into the unknown
My name is Emma Hall. Hello, blogging world. I hope this post finds you well. I’ve never blogged before. I am most certainly not witty, nor do I have a killer sense of humor. I wish I could write with the eloquence of my mother or the intelligence of my sister-in-law or the wit of my friend April. My husband consoled me by informing me that he would provide muchtell me the rest!