I’m mentally whipped. I’m angry. I’m angry that no matter how many times I say I don’t want to hear rumors they keep getting blabbed in my ear, and then the blabber gets pissed when I actually get cranky about it. I just want my husband home. At the very least I want him out of that place. If I have to wait a little longer to get him here that’s ok if I just knew he was out of there. Geez I thought the last 15 months was hard, but this is pure torture. Don’t take me wrong, I’m excited, my heart races just thinking about it. I’m just out of patience. Anyone that knows me knows that for me to hold on to what little patience I was born with (which wasn’t much) is a miracle in itself. Now I’m hanging on by a very thin thread. I have one nerve left and heaven help the person that gets on it.
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