How It Went

So Velle just left for his SRP, Soldier Readiness Processing. He has to go to Columbus. It's not until tomorrow, but Unit's orders: he's to stay in a hotel tonight. I'm not even thinking they will say he's not deployable. He's strong and healthy, however he's blind as a bat. And forgot his glasses.

I'm lonely in this apartment alone. (Better get used to it.)

I just decided to take a minute tonight and describe how I found out.

That night his sergeant called and asked to meet him. He needed to gas to get to base the next day, but something went wrong with his pay and he was broke. His sergeant volunteered to put some gas in his car.

He was gone almost an hour. I got a little worried but figured he must have stopped over at his sisters who lives right by the gas station down the street from us. He walked in and right away started pouring me a glass of wine. "Drink." I asked what was wrong and he didn't answer, instead grabbed himself a bottle of beer. He sat down, took a swig, then stared at me. "What's wrong?" I seriously felt sick because I had no idea what he was about to tell me. I imagined fires, deaths, the end of the world, etc. "Why does something have to be wrong? Just drink." I gulped it down and as I finished, he blurted out "I'm being deployed".

I wanted so badly for it to be a joke. He has a cruel sense of humor. But he'll do anything to make me laugh. Sometimes he goes to far, which is the cruel part. But I could tell by the look on his face it was true. We then rode down the street to his sisters to tell her and his neices and nephews. So many tears.

Today, it was rough. I got into an arguement with his sister (we work together). It just hurt to know that someone who should really know what I'm going through, at least a little bit, would be so harsh toward me. She said some hurtful things. I really hope that after he leaves, she won't do it again. I'll be too fragile to hear stuff like that. It almost tore me to pieces today.

I also decided I'm going to teach myself how to cook while he's gone.

I'm a terrible cook. Burning things, mixing up the salt and the sugar, etc. But he is wildly obssessed with Rachel Ray. So, I decided that while he's gone I'll learn to cook as much as I can so he can come home to a hot meal every night. Especially his first night home. I think he'll like it.