Confessions of a Military Wife

For the last 4 years i haven’t had a life of my own. i have no home, my husband has been gone, or going for 3.5 years. i’ve spent my birthdays, sean’s birthdays, our anniversary, christmas, thanksgiving, and every other holiday alone. i’ve put down two of my dogs alone. i’ve fised cars, balanced the budget, packed the houses, stored our things, and driven or flown 100’s of thousands of miles.

NO one around me unless i am with the military peace movement has a clue about how i feel. NO one around me acts as if there is any part of this that affects them in any way. parties go on, shopping goes on, people think that don ho dying is a big deal. people think anna nicole smith dying is a big deal. people think foot ball, basketball and other stupid sports are a big deal. people think i should take anti depressants and anti anxiety pills. people think i should shut up and shop.

i am tired of worrying about my husband’s survival. i am tired of worrying about the fate of this nation in the hands of a madman. i am tired of being alone. i am tired of people who say they are against this war and do NOTHING about it. i am tired of fat ass politicians making pansy ass bills with nonbinding resolutions. i am tired of assholes without courage challenging mine, and supporting the war from the comfort of their armchairs and keyboards.

i want my husband back home, i want him and every other person with the courage to defend this nation home safe NOW, and the asshole liars responsible for the unnecessry death of our troops and the iraqi people HUNG for war crimes and treason and then buried with Saddam Hussein.

and then i want to sleep. next to my husband where i belong. and not wake up with fear in my heart and tears in my eyes.

Still In Iraq