Well, Valentine's day has come and gone- and has had my boyfriend. We managed to sneak in one last weekend together before he deploys around the first of next month. Three whole days spent together and in the company of respective families. Ok, to be fair I could have done without the family part. But I couldn't find it in me to protest it. After all, I am not the only one he is leaving behind. And it gave me a chance to meet his mother and some of his extended family, so that was all for the good.
I had briefly considered making up some non-life threatening but plausible illness to prevent him from meeting my side of the family, but in the end I decided that it was best to throw him to the wolves now rather then let him get too invested before hand. So, to Grandmother's house we went. Fortunately my aunt was on her best behavior- she too apparently assuming that it is much to early in the relationship to find out the true nature of the insanity that is our family. She was polite, she whipped out all the family photos and had detailed explanations for each one- just in case he was interested in meeting any of the family that is unfortunate enough to still reside in Kansas and he might get a wild hare up his butt to go looking for my family in Kansas. You know, because corn fields and farmers are definitely worth the trip.
G. leaves in just a few days. I won't be able to see him again until sometime in fall- no one knows exactly when. All I can hope and pray is that he will return to me well in body and spirit. I pray that the time goes by quickly and smoothly for all concerned. And I pray that I am strong enough to be here for him, waiting for his return.
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