Big Girl Panties.

I have been called "cold hearted," a "bitch," a "mean girl," and everything in between. But I normally have a good reason, at least in my eyes, to act like I do. I will admit I don't have a very high bullshit tolerance and I don't like whiny girls, so please save your sob story for someone who actually cares. [This policy is however voided for any of my friends, and I promise you, you know if I consider you one of my friends.] I just can't stand grown-ups who act like three year old or even high school student for that matter. And with girls in general you meet some special cases, but I believe military wives in general are the craziest of crazy. 

Wives who pull rank, I don't care that your husband went to college for four years while mine worked his ass off for the Navy. I don't think your 23 year old husband is better than my 25 year old husband, just because mine has to call yours "Sir" and yours is an Officer. We make less money and my husband works at least 20 times harder than yours. Wives who pull out the: "choose your rate, choose your fate." You have no right to say that to me or anyone else, you are not the military and I don't care who your daddy is. Your husband probably did the same thing mine did, he picked a job he wanted to do. And yes every one's jobs and duties are different, however that doesn't make yours better than mine because he has to stand watch all night, while yours gets to come home every single night. You have no right to complain to me either about your husband working until 8pm on his so called "duty" night. I don't feel sorry for you and I highly doubt anyone wants to hear it either. Put on your big girl panties and deal with it sweetheart. 


Big girl panties have played a huge roll in my attitude towards this patrol. I am seriously okay. I will be the first to admit, I haven't always been this strong when my husband leaves me. And I will also say that it hurts like hell to say goodbye to him and then watch him leave my arms for the last time. But I have also been through 7 patrols in our 3 years of marriage. [The first one was while I was in the wedding planning process, still counts! He didn't get the chance to help with it at all, even though I know he was probably relieved.] No matter how many times he leaves I will never get used to it, each time is different, and every time my heart breaks, but honey please don't act like a three year old being told they can't get a toy in Wal-Mart and throw a tantrum. I have seen it all and I know for a fact some people just cannot handle it, both husbands and wives. And it is true this life isn't for everyone, I had no idea I would love it like I do. But I like to blossom where I am planted and not focus on the negatives in a situation, but the positives. 


Okay, I've vented.. Thank you! And I'm sure this won't be the last of my venting posts!