This set of questions comes from Torilynn.
What was the most difficult time in your long-distance relationship and how did you overcome it? And also, was there anything that you learned to appreciate during that time when you both were apart?
For those of you who haven't read our story, I'll provide a little bit of context. Robbie and I were together for a year and a half before he enlisted in the U.S. Army as an airborne infantryman. Up to this point we had certainly spent time apart, as there was an hour drive between our respective houses, but we were not prepared for what apart really meant. From April until July 2004, Rob and I spoke on the phone twice, for two minutes each, and otherwise communicated solely via letters. After OSUT he moved on to Airborne School, where we had somewhat more freedom in communication, and finally he was stationed in Anchorage, Alaska. In October 2006 he deployed to Iraq during one of the most chaotic times of the war. He had
(Happy sidenote: his official no-more-Army-forever date is next Thursday! I wish I could convey my excitement in something more than italics)
|Can't deny how sexy that uniform is.|
Sidenote: I'm also very lucky that my husband knows me extremely well and kept all of the horrible stories to himself, at least while he was overseas.
|Pew pew pew|
As a result I definitely was an obnoxious
Another difficult time for us was immediately after he returned from deployment, when he was still in Alaska and I was still in Wisconsin. Because of school and money I couldn't make it to his homecoming ceremony, a fact that will haunt me for all of my days and something that to some extent upset him as well, though he understood the circumstances. All of a sudden the emotional baggage bullshit reared its head again after laying dormant for 13 months, and this time Rob was not in an emotional position himself to handle it as he always had. We had a few huge blowouts but nothing breakup-worthy, and when he came home and we moved in together it was if nothing had ever happened and he had simply been gone on a weekend vacation. A really long, really dangerous weekend vacation.
|And Stalin watches over us all.|
Fabulous question, Torilynn, thank you! And thank you, readers, for getting through this somewhat rambling post.
P.S. - I was interviewed for Ashley's feature, New Friend Friday, over at After Nine to Five! Check her out, she's amazing!