Army Wives

I was sitting in the living room as mom was watching Army Wives.

Oh. My. Gosh.

It was hard watching. It covered a lot of issues that military families cope with. But two of the stories really hit me - A woman cheated on her husband while he was deployed, and another family lost a husband/father in the line of duty.

From what I gathered, the woman who cheated on her husband didn't actually sleep with the other guy, who was a co-worker. They kissed, but apparently there was a lot of emotion involved - Husband: Were you in love with him? Her: I don't know.

By the end of the show, they had agreed to go to counseling. He went to a bar and talked to a friend of his who told him to fight. Fight for her, fight for their family. So he went home, and told her he'd do anything to keep her. I sit now wondering how many marriages end that way. How many men come home to find their wives or girlfriends in love with someone else? Or how many women, when their husbands come home, find that they've been cheated on? The latter is more so my concern, as I couldn't cheat on J if my life depended on it. And while I don't believe he'd cheat on me, the fear will always be there of it happening.

I think it's every family's fear of losing someone in the line of duty. Constantly asking themselves if this tour will be the last. Being afraid to turn on the news and hear their name in the lists of people killed that day. Or, most of all, answering the door and finding the Chaplin there. I've read of other women having something called Anticipatory Grief, where you wait and imagine the worst and you accept the hurt that it brings. I didn't think that would hit me until J signed up, officially. But I do think about it. About what I would do if it did happen. And so I pray that it will be ok, that God will protect him. Or maybe just feel sorry enough for me and leave him on earth for a little longer.

Aw. I never knew you cared...

I found out yesterday that my managers actually like me. Well, all except the one. Here's a little bit of back story: We had a manager, Ms. K, re-join the Olive Garden I currently work at (she retired and then came back). When she first started back, things were fine. She and I got along beautifully. Then, about three weeks ago, something changed. I don't know what, exactly, but something must have. I started losing shifts, and now, due to losing shifts, I'm down to four lunch shifts a week. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know that lunch is NOT the time to make any money. So, after a couple weeks of bad scheduling, I started job hunting and did not bother to keep it a secret. Apparently, one of the other managers, E, went to the GM (General Manager, for those of you not in the know) and said, "We need to get Meghan a better schedule because you do not want to lose her."

I feel so special :-) I didn't know I mattered that much.

hmmm...

I'm finding that keeping up with a blog is a little more difficult than I first thought. Not because I forget about it. Actually, I find that I often think that I need to write and post something new.

No, the difficulty I'm having is that I don't know what to write.

Being a poet and short story author, I shouldn't have this problem. Not knowing what to write? Psh. I am a writer! I can write. About anything.

About anything other than myself, apparently.