For Sunday Scribblings
Since becoming a military family almost six years ago, I have felt a huge disconnect with civilians. And, honestly, I was just like them before. I had no idea what BDU stood for (battle dress uniform, commonly referred to as camouflage), PCS (permanent change of station), and other acronyms that I can't think of right now. Civilians (in general) I would say know very little of what our lives are truly like. I had no idea either. I've learned a ton in the last six years, and now I struggle living in a civilian world. I spent the last four months in a very non military area. I can't tell you how many times I had to explain what my husband was doing. And when I told them that my husband would most likely deploy later in the year, I got these sad faces. Comments like "oh, that's so hard" and things like that. It got a little tiring. I got tired of explaining. I got tired of people feeling sorry for me. What I really needed was for people to just be my friend. While I'm not living on post anymore, we live in a community that is full of military families. And most of my neighbors are military. And I'm hoping that I'll find some connections here. Because I just don't want to be lonely.
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