No Moaning

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-- Caelanwolf - griffey chriss - Shakespeare's Monkeys

People have told me for years that I have a lot of patience. I don't know that I necessarily ever agreed with them before. Before what? Before becoming married to the military. I have grown a lot in that department, I feel, in the last few years, being quite attached to my husband before and since we were married just a little over a year ago.

I had an almost 24 hour delay getting home from my in laws, and I wasn't upset about it. I mean, sure it was tiring, and a bit frustrating, but I wasn't angry or pissed off or even really upset. I just kind of went with the flow, and made sure to thank the very nice people at Chicago O'Hare airport for their hard work.

I wait, tirelessly for the most part, to hear from my husband. I treat each email, each instant message, each poem, and especially each phone call with such care. They are fragile things, in my mind, and they are precious gifts.

I look at my sister, who hasn't heard a word from her boyfriend in over four months, and I feel blessed for how often I hear from my husband.

I find that my patience dwindles not in traffic jams, nor long lines, not at gas prices or tiring family and delays in service of whatever mode, but at those who are selfish directly within the military community. Those wives and girlfriends who Expect Their Man To Contact Them All The Time.

I grow tireless of their whining, their moaning, their bitching and complaining. I grow tired of reminding them their husbands, boyfriends are NOT at summer camp. They are not having a vacation. They are fighting in a war, for chrissakes! I grow apathy for them, and have little to no patience for their selfishness when they went from a phone call every day to nothing for a week.

A whole week? Why, call the red cross they must be dead!

I hear on the phone from my husband maybe once a month, and I feel lucky for that.

Some days I wish I could force my outlook on certain issues on these annoying little brats (most of whom are older than me!) I save my frustration for them, because they more than customer service representatives, they more than gas prices, they more than delays at airports that are just... what they are... deserve it. And it's got to go SOMEwhere.