He is off

He is off.  

This morning I woke up at the crack of dawn, loaded the car and drove the love of my life to the air terminal to see him off on his longest deployment to date.  7 weeks is the planned time apart, with the option of it being extended.  I hate that extension, I hate the idea of him being away for much longer, mainly because I already hate the idea of him being away.  I miss him already and it has been all of 7 hours.  My puppy keeps going to the door to look for him, and it is breaking my heart.

I have always been an independent woman.  I have always been someone who considered herself able to do what she needs to and take care of herself, it was a huge part of my identity.  So why do I feel so lost now that he is gone. I have a hard time thinking of myself without him.  Even just hanging out with him, spending time together, now there seems to be a bit of void.  I will miss him, but I need to dust myself off and get on with this.

He is off. 

Yours in Pain,

Ginny