Day 1-
We stand on the end of the jetty and I kiss you goodbye. You're sailing again, my emotions viciously battle between each other. The hurt triumphs over the anger this time. It is always the same when you leave, me left feeling dismal and deflated with a touch of hostility burning in my guts, and you excited about your next journey.
I have thoughts of you parting it up in some foreign port and it always makes my blood boil. While you are out there having your fun, I am stuck at home as if nothing is different, just your missing presence. I am frozen in the monotonous routine of cleaning house, doing dishes and worrying about the bills. All the pressure compounds with the concern I have for your safety. I know at any moment I could get that solemn knock on the door, a Petty Officer and a Padre waiting to bring me the horrible news, always leaves me sad. My heart breaks agonizingly, I miss you already and I haven't even left the base yet!
End of Week 1-
Dear Babe: I am comforted by your letters of love. They feed the need I have in my soul. I am so glad you have the internet available to you. I couldn't even begin to imagine the strife military wives must have suffered before this technology. Even though I don't get to see you at least I have your daily words to soothe my troubles. And hearing your voice last night, even over that stupid hollow satellite phone, boosted my spirits. Even though we talk about nothing it means everything to me. When we talked I could hear the tiredness in your voice, your hours must not be affording you much sleep again. I love you for your dedication to our country, and for the passion you have for your career. I am proud of what you do and have not an ounce of reservation in telling others what you do to support us. I thank you for getting back to me so quickly. I look forward to your correspondence any time.
Love Your Woman
Xxxooo
End of Week 3-
Hun: It has been four days and I haven't heard from you. No letters, no emails, no fucking phone calls! My anger is only surpassed by my worry. Terrible thoughts run through my mind! Could something have happened to your ship? Has something seriously happened to you? Oh God I pray you are safe, but if you are what is the fucking deal? Did you get so drunk that you are stuck in some foreign jail? Or are you out, like a lot of the guys, picking up some navy groupie slut? Maybe you are out spending all our hard earned money on trashy hookers? Wouldn't that just be great! I swear I will cut off your balls if you are!
I am missing your body so much. Your naughty emails you were sending daily helped quench my thirst for your body. But now nothing from you at all and I am left with a sparkless fuse. My aching desire for you is at a slow burn and if I don't hear from you soon I don't know how I will put out the fire!
your woman
End of Week 4-
Joe: Still no word from you! It has been over ten fucking days! Don't you know the torture this puts me through? My conflicted emotions stress me to the brink of snapping. My longing for you fights for time in my thoughts with the anger that is seething through me! I tell myself that it is just a technical glitch or something like that. But in the same breath I have worries of you being in trouble or unfaithful and it scratches at my core. I hate this waiting game so much! The uncertainty of the unknown is killing me inside! I have written you twenty other emails already. There are things you need to know. Our son is too lazy and is not getting his homework done so he is screwing up his grades. The God damn washer is on the fritz again. And oh ya, the bank fucked up on our car payment and took it out four days early! Like I need these stresses on top of the worry I already have.
Me
End of Week 5-