I. am. terrified.
Had someone else call to check on dh today. He told this guy the same lies. Everyone here sees something is very wrong. No one there does.
I'm either going to get my husband back in a body bag or fucked up beyond recognition.
They really don't care much if they lose him. To the military, he's just one of many. If we lose him, we lose our world.
I'm out of ideas. I'm out of my mind. I'm running out of hope.
Monday, August 21, 2006
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I'm sitting beside you, holding your hand, trying really hard to swallow my own fear. But you deserve to know I feel your fear, I feel your confusion, I feel your hurt, and I'd take it all as my own, if I could. I love you dearly. I love him, too, even though I'd like to bop him right now. You're both in my thoughts and prayers.
I think about you two (and kids) everyday now. I wish I could help. I hate not being able to help, so I cannot even imagine how it feels for you. I love you.
Hey, Kamrin, that helpless feeling pretty much IS how I’m feeling.
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