(This is Buzz expressing his love for said product at Disney World last year.)
I survived that deployment, and another--and so did he. Five days after he returned from his last deployment, we moved here...to where deployments are a distant memory. But I still have those moments where I can still feel those feelings. It's not something you forget--the loneliness, the sadness, the fear. And I dread the fact that next year, we will be leaving our little bubble and going back into that world. I don't miss it. I miss my friends and the support. I miss the commissary because civilian store prices are outrageous! But I don't miss much else. I always joke that I have PTSD from those deployments. I hated every second of them.
But I try to keep a positive outlook. I said TRY--and I do it much better now looking BACK than I do in that moment. But I do see this as one way that military families have an advantage (if you want to call it that). Sometimes, when I am really annoyed or irritated or picking up dirty socks that never found their way to the laundry basket AGAIN, I take a step back and remember how I feel when I don't have those annoyances in my life. It means my husband is not in my life on a daily basis. And it sucks.
So for now, I stroll through the expensive grocery store aisles knowing that I have someone else with me at the dinner table, that my daughter has her daddy to play UNO with, that I am not alone...and I am thankful.