The H's are us. Me, TCWH, and he, DH . Obvious but cute, right? (amusing myself by looking at my Master's Degree which is doing me not one damn bit of good this second. blink. blink. over it.) Yeah, waddling right along.
Before DH was deployed, we went to a briefing where they talked about "changes". All I heard was blah blah blah free oil change and dinner at Popeyes blah blah blah storming reforming (how come everything rhymes in here?) blah blah blah spouses gone upwards of 3 months. Suffice it to say I didn't pay any attention.
When he finally got back I was...erm... (insert appropriate adjective here) happy. I was mostly relieved that he looked the same. Same on the inside, same on the outside. A philosophy of denial that I has taken me years and years to cultivate.
I believe we were standing in our kitchen, 5 minutes upon arriving home from THE! BIG! SHEBANG! when the following interaction took place.
DH: TCWH, can you remind me to take these pills tomorrow? I'm almost done with them.
TCWH (trying for all the world to look spousely and busy in the kitchen and failing/flailing miserably, cutting finger on wine wrapping - which I know has a proper name): Yup, yup, will do. What are those?
DH: They're blah blah blah some medical name .
TCWH: Blah blah blah? What are those for?
DH: They're for (something I've since repressed/forgotten) . Remember all those military guys that killed their wives when they got back from the desert?
TCWH: Umm...yeah?
DH (smiling and gesturing to bottle): They were taking these!
TCWH (nervously eyeing brand new set of Sabatier kitchen knives): Are you sure you want to tell me that? Five minutes after you walked in the door after taking these here wife killers all summer?
DH: Sure, honey! I'd never kill you!
TCWH: Thanks! I love you, too!
This was really funny when it happened. I am having troubles getting all the words to come together to convey it how it happened. Hopefully now that I have some free time on my hands I will be able to dive into the words again and BLOG REGULARLY AND FUNNILY AND INTELLIGENTLY. Just kidding. Wait until I find the lyrics to Lindsay Lohan's "Rumors." Massacre plus!
I just wanted to thank you all for the hugs and well wishes. Most days are better than others, and most days are better than that one. You write about something, and there it is, in pure form, although I may not necessarily feel that way beyond crumpling it up and burning it or hitting publish. Putting it out there, actually, made me feel better about it. Thanks for throwing me a rope. I'm still hanging on.