My husband is in Iraq and now preparing to file for divorce. If I could have one day today, it would be speak to my husband!
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Yes, it would have been really bad if I went with him. I was already extremely depressed at that time. The first time I went to Ft. Hood to see him, I knew I would have attempted suicide. If he thought he had it bad with me not there, he would have left me way before he did. I really don’t think there is someone else. The reason I say this is because he is so bitter right now, that I really don’t think he will allow anyone near him. His defense is way up and no one (not even his mother) can get pass it. Right now he is concentrating on the mission on hand.
I’m doing well. I am trying to make some small changes that I feel need to be made.
How are you doing? How was your thanksgiving?
Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.
Well, I spoke to my husband on Sunday. It well, considering that he’s extremely upset over my conversation with the commander’s wife. I let her know our situation. It’s been a little tough today. I wasn’t in the best mood, but I have gotten through it without drugging, drinking or cutting. He’s going to take me off our car insurance and stop the allotment on my car. He’s making me pay on my own. I was stressing over it because I thought that he wasn’t going to help, but he will pretty much give me an allowance every month. It will only be for the amount the military expects him to fork out financially. It is way better than nothing!! So there is that sense of relief now.
This is where I’m at now.