Last night J began packing his bags for his next deployment. I sat with him, but I couldn’t help him pack. Why? I’m in denial, I think. I haven’t been crying nearly as much as I did before his first deployment in June. In fact, I didn’t shed a single tear as he stuffed his gear into huge duffel bags. Instead I felt numb. Like this can’t possibly be happening again. Like, how am I going to get through the cold, dark winter without him? How am I going to be able to handle the house and the puppy alone?
How did we get here again?
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