It hurts when he calls.
Yes, I am grateful.
Yes I am happy he is safe and in sound mind.
Yes I am happy he tells me he loves us and misses us and wants to come home.
But everytime he calls it is another reminder that he isn't coming home for a while. It hurts to know that it isn't just another day at work. Its a year long seperation not by choice. Hearing him with a 5 sec delay and then having him leave to tend to an emergency only makes my fears surface.
He calls in the morning almost every other day. Yes, I know I should count my blessings but it brings the reality to the forefront.
I cope by being in denial. I cope by thinking he is just off in training and not off to war. When he calls my auto pilot gets turned off. I stop being in denial and have to face the true emotions of war.
Lets pray he never stops calling....
