I keep telling myself it is only ten months and I’ll be out of here. Ten months and the Marine Corps will not be running my husband’s life. Ten months and I won’t have to pay ungodly amounts of money to fly across half of an ocean to see my family. I want to go on road trips.
I hate living in Hawaii. I wish I could have appreciated the islands like a tourist. Unfortunately, I’m never going to want to come back.
Also, if I have to repeat this week until the end of deployment, I am going to leave. No ifs, no ands, no buts. People are too busy for me. I am fucking injured and needed to go to a hospital and none of my friends here seem to think that was important. And my husband coming home does not solve me being lonely day in and day out.
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