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It's Contagious


Warning: to all you who dare befriend me. Deployment is apparently an incurable, horrible contagious, disease that you cannot protect yourself against; and I am carrying the bug. Or so it would seem. You know, I just don't get it... but I have seen it sooo much now. Your husband leaves and then your friends spread three sheets to the wind and avoid you like some type of plague. I hope that, at least some people, are smart enough to know that deployments are a scheduled thing, and it is not because you went near me that your husband picked up orders to ship out.
Okay, in all seriousness though. I appreciate fair-weather friends about as much as root canals or cervical checks. But my time in the suck, as a Marine wife, has taught me some things. You can't sweat the small shit; and unfortunately in this world, some people fit that bill. Back when my husband was rocking one chevron and I thought friends were so important, I would waste so much time and energy trying to figure out just what it was that was going on, and I worked so hard to maintain all these "friendships" that don't even exist anymore. Now... fuck 'em.

I have officially quit caring. The only people, the only relationships that matter are my marriage, my babies, some family, and the relationships that involve friends who want to put their effort into being friends. It's a two way road people and I ain't walking the entire distance on my damn own.

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  1. You crack me up!I never been a fan of fair weather so your stuck wih me!
    (anonymous1)

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