Rack Nine
I must be compulsively blogging today. The house is mine. Not a soul is here.
And I like my alone time.
My friend, rack9, is from Tennessee and she’s really a wonderful person. She’s in Germany right now waiting for her husband to be deployed.
She writes this:
We both are starting to feel a bit of stress over this. It’s difficult not to show it, but I feel it’s important to put my feelings aside for now. It’s bad enough that he’s stressing over this, he doesn’t need me doing the same. I think he knows that I’m not too happy about it, but for now, I’m serving as his support. I’m just trying to stay sane while he deals with it all. It’s hard though, knowing that your loved one is having a hard time, and not being able to do much. I can’t tell him it’s all going to be fine or anything like that, because we both know that I can’t promise that. And that sucks. It’s in my nature to be protective, and this is something that I can’t be protective about.
I guess it’s just something new for me to learn…not being in charge.
Go read her now. I command it. Seriously, she is writing some interesting stuff.
