There is absolutely nothing your servicemember can do to make you feel better about deployment and handling life on your own. He cannot leave his station, and he cannot come to your rescue.And I thought to myself, "If I could meet this condescending portrait of person, I don't believe I could restrain myself from verbally attacking her, at the very least." I am so completely, utterly tired of this mantra that is ceremoniously passed down like a spirit stick of vacancy. I cannot be that woman; there is a reason that he is a soldier and that I am not. I don't believe that I have to be that hollow person while he is gone. I don't believe that I can be or that such expectations should be set for any one of us who count the days until our hearts return from war.
This is damn hard, and I am willing to suffer the consequences of saying so. I need and expect just a little because this is, after all, a relationship, a matter of give-and-take. I fully understand that he is limited, that he is tired and stressed out, and maybe even homesick, but who the hell decided that those who are left behind should be empty human beings that feel nothing, that need nothing at all in return?
There are some days that I can't stand this culture.