Friday, September 9, 2011

the question?.


Marriage? What does it really mean?
AS STATED BY THE URBAN DICTIONARY: It has three phases: lust (when you are newlyweds) rust and dust. Which phase is your marriage in? Marriage is taken way too lightly in our society. Most people don’t realize that marriage is the hardest commitment for anyone to make. People often treat marriage as a convenience rather than a covenant, thinking how they can benefit from marriage rather than how to meet the needs of your spouse. Anyone with half a brain and $50 for a license can get married but it takes real commitment to make it work. The problem with successful marriage today is:

1.PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS OF WHAT IT WILL BE LIKE MIXED WITH POOR PREPARATION/PLANNING: It amazes than any state will make you study for a time to get a drivers license but will instantly grant a marriage license for $50 and a blood test to any nieve couple stupid enough to marry, having the ability to ruin lives of future children and themselves if it goes wrong. The couple thinks all will be happily ever after and they will have a perfect family and live in the burbs with white, picket fences. They are willing to say their “I do’s” at the altar without knowing what to do when the honeymoon is over and adversity and trials begin. You marry a sweet girl or nice guy at the altar and then, when they honeymoon is over and you return home, the person’s real colors come out. Most couples don’t discuss their goals for the marriage or even WHY they are getting married. They don’t discuss issues of how they will raise their children, where they will live, how to budget their income, etc. Failed marriages are often the result of poor planning because the couple has not yet discovered, until it is too late, that they are not compatible for marrying each other.
2. LACK OF COMMUNICATION. It amazes me that we have invented technology for men on earth to talk to men on the moon but cant figure out how a couple can communicate at the dinner table. A bride-to-be doesn’t discuss with her husband-to-be (or vice versa) what their needs are, what irritates her, what her sexual needs are, how they feel, how they relate to each other, their weaknesses, strengths, etc. They feel as though their emotional nudity will result in rejection. But communication is mandatory if you want to get to know the person with whom will spend the rest of your life.

FALLING IN LOVE IS NOT A REASON TO GET MARRIED. Any hormone-driven Harry can fall for anything in a skirt with lipstick and highheels. You can’t live on love because what are you going to do when you don’t feel as though you are in love with your spouse at any time? There has to be more than love to proceed to marriage—a plan needs to be created. You need to determine what you want to accomplish in your future marriage and not just jump into it because you have the urge to merge. Ask yourself, “why am I wanting to marry this person?” As I said, there MUST be a goal or it WILL fail.

Marriage today has become a failed institution because our society has failed to “learn how to be married.” People take it too light and treat it as a convenience rather than a spiritual covenant. Marriage is in awesome institution when it works but can be devastating to lives when it doesn’t.

YOU MUST KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GETTING INTO AND WITH WHOM BEFORE WALKING DOWN THE ISLE WITH YOUR CINDERELLA/PRINCE CHARMING.
Well I'm married. Been married almost 2 months. Wow I'm a wife; I have a husband now want to hear the awful part. I have only seen my husband 4 days so far of this marriage. I am sure I have talked to him like a dozen times only these two months. It’s hard, in fact I hate it. I want to see my husband every day. So here is how the newlywed stage of our marriage is going to go. We get married and I deploy we spend one year apart in which we get to see each other for 2 weeks for my R&R (which is the longest we have spent together) oh that is so sad, and then I get home and my husband (my knight in shining armor) won’t even be there instead he will be deployed himself and then we will spend another year apart where we will see each other another two weeks for his R&R. so what a total of maybe 36 days out of two years. The man I have fallen head over heels in love with I will only get to kiss, to sleep next to, to make love to, to fuck like an animal for 36 days. What the fuck am I doing? And now I think wow I haven’t even spent an entire 2 weeks with this man and we are married. We have had a long distance relationship since the beginning, but it worked and it worked fine. We never lived together, we never went on a vacation together, we never did a lot of things, but we love each other. And that’s supposed to be enough right? Love never ends, love never fails us. Love is supposed to heal all, fix all, make everything work. Love is well what we all search for isn’t it?
So I have found love. I have found the man of my dreams who melts me and makes my knees weak. The man who’s kisses make me tingle all over and send my head spinning. But here I am writing this wondering what the fuck I am doing being married when I swear I can’t even tell I am. I feel like my husband is a million miles away which he is. In fact I feel like he is on a different planet and he is. I wish I knew what he was doing with his days; I wish I could remember how he smelled. How sweet his kisses where. But I can’t it has been way to long since I’ve seen him. I miss him, I miss his presence. And I'm writing this to the endless internet world where no one will read it. No one will know my pain, no my worries. And I would love to tell my husband this but it never comes across the same when you type someone your feelings, they read it and take it another way. And I love him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him, I want to have his kids, see him get old, I want every bit of life with him and then some. I want that happy marriage where you’re 50 and still so in love that people around you are jealous. But right now I have none of that, I have an amazing man who is somewhere else, who knows who is getting his attention now. What might happen after two years of this? What if one of us strays. I mean the man had girls before me, hes great in bed, and well he was dating like 2 freaking chicks right before he started seeing me. I don’t even know anything about his past relationships. I don’t even honestly know how many girls he has slept with but I don’t care, all I care about is that he will be there when I come home. That he won’t stray elsewhere. That he will be faithful to me and love me and my daughter. I just hope this works. That we don’t become another statistic, that we can look back and say this was worth it. I would hate to tell him one day that we lost each other due to the army. That we lost the great thing we had for what? To feel proud of serving in a time of “war”.  So I don’t know anything. I don’t know what is the meaning of life. I don’t know who I am right now or where I will be next year or the next. I know I want to be home with my family. I want to have my life back and I want this over and I want someone to know all this. So hello virtual nothing. Have a good day.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

If I needed help who would come?


Well it’s a new day. a new day where I slept all day long no lie. I went to bed sometime after 6am and slept till 7 pm this evening. Awe I need a new sleep schedule or maybe a less depressing job. Ad I realized how hard it is to buy children’s clothes over the internet without seeing them. I was on a search to find cute jammies and undies for my little girl. And hell did I have a long day trying to find them but eventually I found some. And hell when did they start charging so much for kid’s clothes, holy shit? Thought adult clothes were bad fuck kids wearing them only for a few months before they grow again. And here goes my internet again not working. You would think they could least have working internet for us being over here putting our life’s on the line. But no. no luck there. I am about to throw my damn laptop out the door because this internet is so frustrating. Damn you technology! And damn you desert for sucking me into your depressive fury. Ok better go before I lose my head in this lose-lose fight.
Well I'm adding to this post since my internet shit the bed and I couldn’t post it earlier. I'm in one of those negative (as usual) modes. And I'm so sick of girls. Not females but young immature girls who can’t keep their stories straight and ask you what do you have to be depressed about? What do I tell you for one I'm not out whoring myself out here getting what you think is “love” from every guy possible, two I have better things to do then act happy and pretend I'm stupid all day, and three I have a family back home and don’t need this to know how much they mean.  Oh some peoples kids I tell you! What is there to do? I wish I knew. I wish I had every answer for every damn question I have in this fucked up mind of mine. But instead I sit here and write to who? No one because no one reads theses, no one even knows I exist half the time.
You know that tiny little grain of sand you can’t get out of your shoes from the beach? Well that’s me in this world, in this army, in this desert. I have always been one of those easily down people, I didn’t drink or party or do drugs in high school hell not even in the year of college I did. I didn’t sleep around or cause trouble, hell I was a decent enough kid. And now now my inner rebel wants to jump out here and be noticed. Be someone to someone, be the person people like want to hang out with. But I'm too depressed, to down, to sad to be that person, instead I'm the one who gets forgotten and left out and it’s really sad.  But maybe I am used to that, maybe I bring it on to myself. Someone fucking save me! Please save me from myself before I jump off the deep end. Thanks

Saturday, September 3, 2011

I'm awake before 2?


Wow I was awake before 2 today I have to say that is one hell of an accomplish seeing as I was in bed after 6 this morning. See my roomies and I well we can’t sleep until we are so past the stage of being tired then we all crash and sleep all day.  It’s horrible you seem to miss out on so much. I mean I don’t see the blinding sun, or get the windy sand in my eyes, I don’t see all the ugly faces walking around, and I don’t have to go to nasty chow. Instead I can lock myself away in my dreams and pretend that I am far far away from here in an entirely different world. But here I am awake and staring at my computer screen which I do way to often lately. I have nothing better to do I am in the conquest of finding a hobby. Finding something to do to pass this treacherous part of my life away. Let’s see I bought a guitar but thing is I don’t know how to play, I got Zumba hoping to achieve some great salsa skills and body shape but I can’t do a 3 step dance routine to save myself, and then I thought about stocks but after reading about them for a long 3 hours I gave up for there is far too much risk involved there, I have read over 8 books already and honestly my brain is sick of reading for now, so here I have come to blogging. What is blogging exactly? An online journal? I really don’t know but I know I like typing randomly on the keyboard and the knowledge that someone might one day read it makes me feel like it’s off my shoulders. Fewww.
So I have been having some beyond odd dreams lately. Usually about the people here, some are amusing while others are purely scary. I have dreamt about life, death, sex, love and even murder. And then there are the dreams lately that are more nightmares and involve my daughter biological father, a man who has haunted me once in the past and somehow now is haunting me all over again. How the hell did he find me? How can he haunt my dreams when I haven’t seen or heard from him in almost 2 years? Well he is. He is coming in my dreams and finding me in my one safe haven and destroying them. I don’t honestly know why I am thinking of him now. I know I did once love him, not a full on love but enough to have his child. And I guess I might be thinking of him more now because we are trying to get my daughter to be adopted by my husband and it’s all just a shamble of blahs. I feel so bad for her that her dad isn’t even fighting for her, that he has no soft spot in his heart for her. But that’s why she has a better and more “right” dad. One that loves her already more than ever before. Oh the worries that run through my mind.
You know how they say people have restless leg syndrome? Well is there restless mind syndrome because I am damn sure I have it. Here I am typing away and my mind is running from one topic to the next and I am listening to music and yakking to the girls I live with. We are thinking about what we have done since we have been here. Well fuck I have caught up on the sleep I lost during pre-mob training, I have learned how to make a 6*4 area homey enough to not go nuts every time I step into my little corner of space, I have learned the art of craps and that it is way to addictive, I have come to realize how much life you take for granted back home. Life such as your kids waking you up at night to cuddle with you, or your husband steeling a kiss at a not so good time. How we take those little things for granted to such an extent that when there gone you are in shock by how much you miss them. What would you do for a Klondike bar? Well what would I do to be home is more than drastic, I told feel like I'm a soldier because I don’t want to be here. I feel like I'm failing not only my family but my country. Ok that’s enough blabbing for me today. For anyone out there take care and kiss those you love for me!

Friday, September 2, 2011

missing


I'm currently deployed in Kuwait. In a country nothing like my own. One with such sadness, such despair, and yet I wonder why people come here. Why did I volunteer to suffer in this place? I'm trying so desperately to not lose hope to not give up on that tiny whim of hope I have kept so fragilely safe the last few years. I have recently gotten married. In fact I was a totally non-committed a single mom when I said I would deploy. And now I am a married mom married to in fact another soldier not in my damn unit though. My husband god save his soul is a saint. He loves my daughter and I and all our broken pieces we have dragged along with us. He loves us unconditionally and he for once accepts me for who I really am. For whom I don’t even know. But he is also in the military as I said and he deploys the same month I am expected home. What a horrible tale of events that is.  I could draw a time line showing all the heart break along the way, all the tears that are still left to be shed, all the nights spent alone, but then again I can’t draw so it would be more of a line figure scribbly thing. Which trust me it would not be pretty. So I'm starting this to get the jumble of thoughts of my brain, and yes I am more random then any one I have ever met. So what shall I write about? Hmmmmmm…………
Well I am having trouble tonight. I have tried to Skype my husband and no luck. Then tried instant messaging no luck, but no this is a recurring topic. I honestly think someone is out to get out and trying to tell us you shall fail! But I know we won’t. We will end all this deployment crap, this sadness and have only seen each other a total of 44 days! 44 days! Holy fucking shit, 44 days is nothing when you think about that 44 days in 2 years. Now I need to write about how we met but I will add that on another post so I don’t bore you to tears. Because tears on your keyboard well there nothing like tears in a beer bottle, there un safe and your computer or laptop does not appreciate wiping up your sorrow. I am a bit of a basket case. I bit of an emotionally drained, depressed, zombie of the lady I once was. I am more like a shell walking through life trying to make it by. My dreams consume me for there the last bit of life I have. My daughter goes on living and I know nothing of what she does from day to day. my fellow soldiers mull around in their own hell, their own gloom and none of us are able to fully reach out to one another. None of us are able to find joy or happiness. And again I ask myself why did we sign up for this? Ok I know the main reason but damn why?
And here I am starting a blog so maybe one day my so called friends don’t find me hovered in a corner crying my eyes dry. So maybe maybe one day I can look back and say it wasn’t that bad. This might be my escape, my personal endeavor to the happy me I once had. Oh what a day that will be to find that hyper, “wild” girl again. So I'm here till May 2012 I started train up may 11 2011. I got married July 15, my daughter she turned the old age of 2 this august. I'm a crazy red head, with a fiery spirit and full of smart ass remarks, and oh do I talk shit, but the walk I don’t have because I'm just a scared lonely person inside.  But I must not ramble on any more for those of you who might suffer and read this, thank you if you do.
kristin