I wrote this last night, but set to publish today for privacy. If you know us IRL or follow me on twitter, you probably knew, but details details.
Alex had his last night at home before Basic with me last night.
Tonight we’re in Charlotte, waiting to process tomorrow morning at MEPS.
I am pretty much a wreck & doing my damndest to hold it in. I am thankful to the lovely folks at the Center City Hampton Inn for working with me this afternoon so I could stay here tonight.
I have held it together over the strangest things and not broken down when I expected I would. But then I’m bursting into tears over small weird things. Alex noted earlier it’s been weepy, but I’ve only broken down into full on sobbing once this morning.
He’s gone to check himself in now.
Mom may come up to see him swear in officially with me tomorrow. It seems childish in one way that I’m clinging on to every second I can with him, but I keep reminding myself at the same time that it’s obviously what I need to make myself feel beter about the next 8.5 weeks.
We made the hard decision earlier than when he calls with the address, I will not pick up because he only has about a minute & I will let it go to voicemail because I will need to listen to the message a few times to make sure I have the address right. This is a super hard choice for me but the only logical one there really is: my cell has bad reception at both of my workplaces & with the crunch time, I may not be able to get to a good cell spot in time. But I know I’ll want to hear his voice so badly.
Part of this, you have to realize, is since we’ve been together ( 8.5 years), the longest we’ve gone without talking is about a week, when he was at Philmont. So not seeing each other for 2 months & not talking for long stretches… is going to be really hard.