The other day, I wrote about the silver linings to deployment. On the flip side, I've already come up with what I think is perhaps the worst thing about deployment: one-way communication.
When something really, really good or really, really bad happens, I hate that I can't get in touch with my husband to let him know. And of course those things always seem to happen when there's a lull in our communication. Several years ago, my grandmother passed away while my husband was at NTC. I had no way of contacting him and telling him that I needed him. I didn't hear from him until three days later, which meant that I had to deal with all of my emotions on my own, far from family since I was in Germany. It was torture not to be able to reach him at such a sad time.
Right now I am dealing with the same feeling, though on the opposite side of the coin. I have something really amazing and exciting to tell him, but I just have to keep waiting until he calls me.
I hate that I can't pick up a phone and share big life events with him.
