I haven't written on this in awhile. I didn't keep up a whole lot on it anyway and when I did get on it was just to read what Duane was writing from Iraq. Well, he's home now and this happily ever after that you see on tv and movies that are taken to the hilt is completely wrong. Sure we have fun times, but its a lot of stress on both parts. I have no idea how he's feeling most of the time, because he doesn't communicate with me. And it seems one fight after another with very little resolved since the last one. I am tired of him pushing me away, I'm quite fed up with it and have told him numerous times, I won't allow it. I will give him his space when needed, but I won't allow him to completely push me away.
But, not all things are bad. We do watch our movies and we do some talking. A lot of it about Iraq and the Army in general. I don't mind his stories, in fact I am glad he does open up to me about the things that went on. I only regret that I have nothing to say about them sometimes. But I am there to listen. Dietrich has taken up a lot of our time and we've been looking for jobs. Thankfully, Duane got the Phlebotomist position, but it doesn't start for another two weeks. I am hoping to get the 911 dispatcher position, we won't be rolling in the dough, but we'll get out of poverty. Dietrich is talking so much and putting sentences together, you can see the wheels turning in his head as he makes them. Mostly, he just takes sentences we've made to him and applies it to what he is doing at the moment. Its cute nonetheless.
I hope this gets better soon.
