"How is he doing?!" "Can I have his address?" "What time is it there?!" "Wow he's deployed?!" "Do you get to talk?" "What is he doing?" "Is it like normal work?" "Does he need anything?" "Can I send him something?"
HELLO PEOPLE. He chose this life. He's been doing it for almost 20 years. HE CAN MANAGE JUST FINE. Trust me. Me on the other hand?! I could use a little attention. HE'S FINE. We live in a world with internet and wifi... you wanna send a fucking letter?! Did you even ask how I'm doing?! I'm the one who's stress is manifesting physically. I'm the one who has to live in our house and sleep in our bed alone. I'm the one who just has to carry on like this doesn't affect me. Because WOW he's deployed?! OMG. Yeah, he is. You never heard of such a thing?! And the fucking kicker today... he told people on facebook to email him if anyone wants his address. SOLICITING?! That's what put me over the edge tonight. So pissed off I feel like screaming. The people left behind don't matter.
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