We're soon hitting the 6 month mark for having Micah deployed...if you count the time he was gone working in Michigan, its been almost 9 months without him here. Through that time, I've had many ups and downs but no time to write about them...being a full time high school teacher and trying to take care of 2 boys, 2 dogs, 2 cats and 2 gerbils (until they recently died) left me no time for anything other than laundry and dishes just to survive. I am now off for the summer and have a bit of time to write once in awhile. Last night both the boys fell asleep relatively early and I had a chance to start writing thoughts. I sent it to Micah and he thought I should post it....rambling, but still my thoughts for good or bad. I'm sure more will come....
How can you describe what it is really like to have your husband deployed? All I can say is that at times it is more difficult than a divorce or death, as I can imagine it to be. I haven’t experienced death of a husband, or a divorce for that matter, but the difference I see with deployment is that in both of those cases, time heals the wounds. With death or divorce, I see the chance to say something has ended and it is time to move on. With deployment, there is no “end”…just a constant lingering in a state of waiting. There is no moving on, as you know your husband will be returning. You can’t just say its time to begin a life of your own without him, because you are still married…married yet not together sharing in each other’s lives.
My friend has remarked a few times about articles she has read regarding divorce rates among those deployed. She seems surprised by the articles, but it isn’t so surprising to someone living through a deployment. How do you really build a relationship through the little phone calls and emails? Phone calls are killers too…you really want to talk to the person, to hear their voice just one more time…but then the letdown comes when you realize you don’t have much to say. They can’t really talk about the mission (and I want it that way if it means he’s safe), and I can’t describe fully in words what is happening here. I try my best to keep him up to date on what the kids are doing, how they are growing, etc. but it doesn’t mean much over the phone. And how do I balance telling him all the cool things the boys can do without making him too sad because he can’t be here to witness it himself? Ah…but back to the divorce rate…
As I see it, any marriage has ups and downs. Every marriage takes work. People change and grow but usually you are together to experience the life altering circumstances. With deployment, both people are enduring physical and mental limits …but they are different physical and mental limits. For the person overseas, it is dealing with the mission at hand, the things they see going on over there and mentally dealing with the fact that life at home goes on without them. For the person back home, its being left with the responsibility of taking care of the house and kids on their own and mentally trying not to think about what “could” happen to the deployed person. Again, a difference I see here between deployment and death or divorce is that if my husband died or we got a divorce, I would probably pick up my kids and move closer to family in order to receive help in getting through the situation. With a deployment, I can’t just pick up and move…we have jobs and a house right here that will still be used when my husband returns. I must endure this as best I can until the time comes for him to come home. Don’t get me wrong, I have wonderful family and friends who help as much as possible. Unfortunately, going through a deployment alters your life in such a way that you don’t even know what help to ask for….
Ok, so I’m rambling on with various thoughts…there is so much to address…the boys dealing (or not dealing well) with daddy being gone, how to keep myself from going crazy, the various things that go wrong when your husband is deployed, and how you can pick up your relationship when he does return. So many thoughts in my head and just not the words to explain them all…maybe I can write a few lines a day and somehow find a way to make it all make sense…
But for now, I head to bed early. Both boys are asleep and I’m exhausted, mentally and physically, but mostly mentally.