Be it of insanity or drunkeness we military 'others' have to have some kind of balance point we aim to reach to keep ourselves somewhat sensible in the face of our partners. Me I favour abuse and alcohol, send him away for more than a couple of nights and I'm the girl snuggled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and the duvet claiming he's nothing but a nuisance - because the bed is just too big and too cold for the first couple of nights he's not in it and being virtually tee-total he dislikes finding my booze in the fridge- a friend prefers to lie in bed naked doing the starfish upside down just because she can, while another will only sleep in the spare room as it makes it easier to pretend he isn't really gone.
The latter is new to this weird world of commitment while not actually spending time together, the first is by now an old hand as she starts the fourth deployment. Me I like to think I'm somewhere in the middle, but then again how on earth is there a middle ground to dealing with the absence of the one you love for such protracted periods of time?
Acht well only another 17 peaceful days to enjoy!
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