I’ve realized in the last year and a half that being married to a soldier is not always easy. Especially in the last few months, my patience has been stretched to the limit. Sometimes I forget why we’re doing this. Sometimes I complain and wish we didn’t have to deal with the military. Sometimes I wish Hubby would just quit the ROTC (since the date he’s supposed to contract has been pushed back multiple times) and finish up his enlistment and get out. Sometimes I worry about the future. I worry that he’s not going to fulfill his dream of being a JAG. Sometimes I worry he’ll be sent on deployment and never make it back. I get so worried that sometimes I even cry.
But then I remember why we’re doing this. I remember how much Hubby loves what he does. I remember how proud he is to be serving his country. I remember how selfless he is because everything he does is for our family. And that makes it worth it. Knowing that Hubby wants to be in the military- and is not doing it for the educational benefits- makes me want to support him even when times are hard.