Air Force

Steve talked to another recruiter last Wednesday. He took a practice ASVAB and got pretty darn high!

They say there is a waiting list to get on the waiting list, but with his high score, the recruiter thinks he can pull some strings to get him in sooner. He just needs to lose 20 pounds.

The recruiter isn't going to start anything though until after this Friday. He wants to make sure that Steve is actually losing the weight. So the recruiter told him to lose 5 pounds before Friday. We'll see what happens when he weighs in again!

I'm still... sad... I guess that he's joining. I don't want to have those months of separation that comes with being in the Air Force - especially since Steve wants to make a career out of it. Sometimes we need a little space, but not a day's worth, and certainly not a month's worth.

We do everything together. Errands, grocery shopping, laundry, etc. When something goes wrong, like say with our cable, he's the one who calls to get it fixed. I'm basically dependent on the man, and that's going to have to change real quick. I hate doing things on my own. It'll be a tough adjustment.

Same goes with sleeping. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep the first few times he leaves. I wish he'd find a career in the civilian world that he loves. The Air Force does take good care of you though. So I don't know. I'm still torn on it. But I'm supporting him.

I do know that I don't feel doom and gloom about it. So maybe nothing bad will happen to him after all. My two major complaints are not seeing him every day for the rest of our lives, and the other is being scared that he'd die in a war, and we'd only get these few short years together. It still worries me, but I'm not obsessively worried anymore.

I come from generations and generations of military so it's not like I'm not used to the life style. Both of my parents recently retired. I know my daddy is proud that his son-in-law is joining, but my own heart just isn't 100% in it yet.