Miserable

Steve went through MEPS this morning around 6 and finished at 12:30. He flew out at 1:51PM Mountain Time, and arrived in Texas at 5:30 Central Time.

I miss him like crazy. I might just be the biggest baby in the world with how much I've been crying, but I really don't care. He's one of the few things I get emotional about. I love him with all of me and so it's really hard for me with him being gone. I hate when people say it could be worse. Well obviously it could ALWAYS be worse. Telling me that doesn't make the situation I am currently in any better. I realize how lucky I am that it's only 15 weeks this time around, and that I get to see him very briefly in the middle of it. But he's still gone. After 6 years of being together every night, he's freaking gone. And it's hard. And I don't care if it could be worse. I realize that. But I still miss him, and I'm still miserable right now.

Give me tips, give me advice, but don't tell me how lucky I am. I don't feel lucky right now.