When I first began this journey, I stumbled across a blog that claimed military life is “a bunch of hurry up and wait,” months later I find this statement shockingly accurate. I have learned to never set anything in stone; all dates and plans are bound to change at any given moment. I have changed the date of our wedding roughly five or six times in the last three months. However, last night we were able to set a date that we actually have a teeny bit of faith in.
I have also learned that the needs of the Air Force come first –always. I believe this statement may be the hardest to grasp, but once you accept it your life will be much easier. Many people have a hard time coping with the fact that they are no longer their significant others top priority. It may be hard, but keep in mind that you have their heart and that is all that matters. It is easy to say that you know your place in your partner’s life however; it is another thing to truly believe it. It is much easier to understand this coming from a military/law enforcement upbringing and for that I am extremely thankful.
Acronyms and Abbreviations will be the death of me. I know I am still new to this MilSO thing, but I feel as if I need to walk around with some sort of dictionary in order to have a knowledgeable conversation. I am nearly positive C. gets tired of having to stop in the middle of every other sentence in order to explain to me what exactly he is talking about. Sometimes I have a suspicion that he is fabricating parts of his stories. There is a slight chance that he is just singing me his ABC’s and constructing new acronyms as he goes along… it’s not like I would know the difference. All kidding aside, I am slowly working on this AFKGHJSDTLY nonsense. It is my mission to decode all of these acronyms. One day, I too, will speak fluent gibberish and I will be pretty darn proud.
I believe that the most important aspect in military life (as well as ANY strong relationship) is communication. As for C. & I, our relationship is currently 85% text messages and 15% phone conversations. Oddly enough, I love him now more than ever. How is that possible? Easy. Effective communication. Honestly, before C. left our communication skills were subpar. As I have said before, I didn’t fully realize what I had until I no longer had it. C. leaving made me understand that I hadn’t fully given 110% towards our relationship; it was more like 98%. I spent the past five years keeping all of my emotions locked inside, thinking that C. knew how I felt. With that being said, I realized that I needed to give more in order to receive more in return, especially considering the distance between us. Men are not genius’s, they cannot read minds – we have to tell them what we want or how we feel in order for them to be on the same page as us. Every day I make time to explain to C. just how much he means to me. I never pass up a chance to tell him that I love him and I am constantly sending him uplifting quotes and messages as well as reminding him how proud he makes me. I take into consideration all of the things that he is going through and approach him accordingly (school should be his first priority and I do my best not to add any additional stress to his life or take up too much of his time.) As of today I no longer keep my feelings bottled up inside – I am open, I am honest. In return, (without being asked) C. has willingly begun communicating more effectively as well. Our relationship has blossomed into one big ball of awesomeness. I would not trade it for the world.
Although I would prefer to not have to go months without seeing C, I love this new life. I feel as if C. & I were made for this life and it molds to us like clay. We each have certain quirks that this type of environment emphasizes in great ways. I still have quite a bit to learn, but our journey has only just begun. I look forward to the path that lies ahead of us. As for now, I will continue packing and house hunting as we inch toward our first PCS and C. graduating Tech School. There are no words to accurately describe the amount of excitement that is swirling through my veins.