I've been trying to stay busy to pass the time with a whole lot of work. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Matt to come home. He's graduating his BEC course on the 17th and will find out if he's allowed to take leave for a few weeks. It will be very welcomed since the only way we've seen each other is on skype. Last time we saw one another in person was in January when he graduated MCT. So all my fingers and toes will be crossed for some time together <3
On another note, it looks like I'm going to be getting surgery on my wrist. Back in February my brother and I were joking and fooling around when all of a sudden heard/felt a POP. Well after a painful MRI with arthrogram I found out that I have two torn ligaments. Right now I'm pretty sure one has healed, or is healing. The other, which is an important stabilizer is deciding to be in the 90% range and not heal. Meaning surgery is in my near future... Monday I go see the MD and fill out my paperwork, 'learn' about the procedure (personally I'd rather him just go in and fix it and not tell me), and book the surgery...
Hope all is well <3
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Lets start from the beginning....
I have recently become a contributor to an online forum and decided I'd also start a blog to show where I've come from, where I'm going, and all the craziness that can and WILL happen when your loved one is in the military, more specifically the Marines. Yes this is my life as a Marine girlfriend!
Matt and I met about 4 years ago through my ex-boyfriend, ya I know sounds like Jerry Springer. Well I'm a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, because had I not dated him I would have never met THE ONE. We would email and text all the time, I had found something different in him. Not only was he good looking (c'mon ladies we all know that looks DO matter to some degree) but he also could keep a conversation going and not just about the weather, but important matters. In all this talking I found that he was hoping to become a Marine. Now here I got a little nervous, many friends have been in the military and deployed, and actually dated one of my best friends when he deployed. We decided what the hell we'll try dating and what happens happens. Matt ended up injuring his knee and a year later needing surgery on it. I thought his dreams of becoming a Marine were over, a year later on his 25th birthday he tells me that he's going to try one more time to get in and if it doesn't happen then he's done trying. So this brings us to June-ish of last year.
ASVAB & MEPS
Matt has now been through ASVAB testing as well as MEPS. This was the first time we spent apart that we knew we had no control over and that we'd have to get used to it. He was then sworn in (didn't know I could go until after it happened) and we decided to make the summer the best we could as he was to leave in September for bootcamp... or so we thought.
His ship date changed I don't know how many times making things kinda difficult. Finally he was supposed to leave the end of the first week in September, but he went on Friday to do his final paperwork before he leaves and they told him he would be leaving on SUNDAY.... I was crushed when he called to tell me. And mind you the apartment hadn't even BEGUN to be packed. So instead of enjoying our last weekend together, I stay and packed while he went out (ya wasn't so thrilled about that, but I'm over it and he apologized).
Leaving for Boot Camp
I will never forget this day in my life!!!! August 31, 2010 was the day I never cried so much in my life. I woke up at 6am to go pick him up from his sister's house since he stayed there his last night home... After we got back there was still things needing to be packed or trashed. I was so angry at him about the night before and so sad that he was leaving that day I couldn't even look at him or I would start to cry. Needless to say really nothing got done. Finally the time came when his recruiter came to get him. We said goodbye in the house and got a few pictures, some without me balling my eyes out and where you couldn't see how red I was. And he walked outside to leave for what would seem like the longest 3months!! My brother had gotten there only a few moments before Matt left. After Matt left I had no way of contacting him until I received his address. My brother was amazing and helped me to finish packing and begin the move back to my parents house where thankfully we have a large semi-finished basement where I could store things. We moved almost everything except the bed, kitchen table, coffee tables, and a couple other larger items in which a couple friends helped me to move with their trucks.
Boot Camp
I'm positive that the first 3weeks Matt was at boot I cried myself to sleep and times when I'd see something with a Marine or related I'd begin to tear up. Even though I did not have his address yet I still wrote him every day so when I received his address I could send them all. I remember calling his SSGT from the recruiters office to get his address and he was extremely glad to give it to me and talked to me for about 20min seeing how I was doing and if I had heard from him. Which I had.... his first week of training he called to tell me he had done well and earned a phone call, of freaking course I was at work so I couldn't answer this incoming call. He left me a voicemail and I could already tell the change in him. I beat myself up over it for weeks, but now it's a joke between us. I began to receive letters from him after being gone about 3weeks and would receive at last one a week for the remainder of his time in MCRD Parris Island, SC. After 3 long months it was now time to drive down to see my man and see what he'd become.
Trip to SC for Boot Graduation
I left on a Sunday bc he would be graduating on Wed Nov 24th and I'd be able to see him on the 23rd :)
I drove down with my mom and it was actually a pretty good trip. I won't lie I was a little nervous as to how spending all this time in the car would go, but it was fine. While we were driving down I felt fine and was LOVING the weather. It wasn't until we got to our hotel and saw all the Marine stores and things about Marines that I started to get nervous, like REALLY nervous. 'How has he changed?, Did he change?, Am I going to recognize him?, Does he still love me?' Goodness gracious you have no idea I had myself so worked up for this.
Tuesday morning, 4am came so soon. This would be the day I have been waiting for, the day I'd be able to see my bf and hug him and actually talk to him!!! I got ready, going back and forth between outfits and hairstyles. I had to be on base with my sign by 0530 in order to get a decent spot to see them warming up for their MOTO run! I felt so sick on my way to base that I couldn't eat and barely touched my coffee. It seemed like forever before we heard the plts yelling and coming out from barracks to stretch and get ready to run. Theoretically all the plts should have been in order so I found where 1091 and 1093 were and presumed we were between them. As these men came out I couldnt recognize any as my bf!! Had he changed that much I couldn't find him?! I was not the only person believe me. Of course their guideon (sp) was blowing and we couldn't read it. We found out that my bfs plt made Honor PLT and was the very first in the row so a bunch of us went running down. Low and behold there he was!!! He had lost about 20lbs. I so badly wanted to run out onto the deck and give him a hug!! I held my sign so he could see. He wasnt allowed to wave or even smile. But he made eye contact and I knew he saw me. After they ran and changed into their uniforms I got to go meet up with him. I ran into his family who had just gotten there. So we walked over to the mini ceremony to wait for them to walk in and be released. Again I saw him and just wanted to run and hug him. Once they released them I ran down the bleachers and FINALLY got my hug and kiss (on the forehead). I got to spend the day with him (as well as my mom and his family).
The next day was graduation and the day we'd head home to spend a few weeks together before he continued on to MCT. Graduation was very emotional, but I didn't cry (for once). Once released again I ran like hell; heels, skirt and all. I finally got to him (there was a whole lot of green going on).
Matt and I met about 4 years ago through my ex-boyfriend, ya I know sounds like Jerry Springer. Well I'm a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, because had I not dated him I would have never met THE ONE. We would email and text all the time, I had found something different in him. Not only was he good looking (c'mon ladies we all know that looks DO matter to some degree) but he also could keep a conversation going and not just about the weather, but important matters. In all this talking I found that he was hoping to become a Marine. Now here I got a little nervous, many friends have been in the military and deployed, and actually dated one of my best friends when he deployed. We decided what the hell we'll try dating and what happens happens. Matt ended up injuring his knee and a year later needing surgery on it. I thought his dreams of becoming a Marine were over, a year later on his 25th birthday he tells me that he's going to try one more time to get in and if it doesn't happen then he's done trying. So this brings us to June-ish of last year.
ASVAB & MEPS
Matt has now been through ASVAB testing as well as MEPS. This was the first time we spent apart that we knew we had no control over and that we'd have to get used to it. He was then sworn in (didn't know I could go until after it happened) and we decided to make the summer the best we could as he was to leave in September for bootcamp... or so we thought.
His ship date changed I don't know how many times making things kinda difficult. Finally he was supposed to leave the end of the first week in September, but he went on Friday to do his final paperwork before he leaves and they told him he would be leaving on SUNDAY.... I was crushed when he called to tell me. And mind you the apartment hadn't even BEGUN to be packed. So instead of enjoying our last weekend together, I stay and packed while he went out (ya wasn't so thrilled about that, but I'm over it and he apologized).
Leaving for Boot Camp
I will never forget this day in my life!!!! August 31, 2010 was the day I never cried so much in my life. I woke up at 6am to go pick him up from his sister's house since he stayed there his last night home... After we got back there was still things needing to be packed or trashed. I was so angry at him about the night before and so sad that he was leaving that day I couldn't even look at him or I would start to cry. Needless to say really nothing got done. Finally the time came when his recruiter came to get him. We said goodbye in the house and got a few pictures, some without me balling my eyes out and where you couldn't see how red I was. And he walked outside to leave for what would seem like the longest 3months!! My brother had gotten there only a few moments before Matt left. After Matt left I had no way of contacting him until I received his address. My brother was amazing and helped me to finish packing and begin the move back to my parents house where thankfully we have a large semi-finished basement where I could store things. We moved almost everything except the bed, kitchen table, coffee tables, and a couple other larger items in which a couple friends helped me to move with their trucks.
Boot Camp
I'm positive that the first 3weeks Matt was at boot I cried myself to sleep and times when I'd see something with a Marine or related I'd begin to tear up. Even though I did not have his address yet I still wrote him every day so when I received his address I could send them all. I remember calling his SSGT from the recruiters office to get his address and he was extremely glad to give it to me and talked to me for about 20min seeing how I was doing and if I had heard from him. Which I had.... his first week of training he called to tell me he had done well and earned a phone call, of freaking course I was at work so I couldn't answer this incoming call. He left me a voicemail and I could already tell the change in him. I beat myself up over it for weeks, but now it's a joke between us. I began to receive letters from him after being gone about 3weeks and would receive at last one a week for the remainder of his time in MCRD Parris Island, SC. After 3 long months it was now time to drive down to see my man and see what he'd become.
Trip to SC for Boot Graduation
I left on a Sunday bc he would be graduating on Wed Nov 24th and I'd be able to see him on the 23rd :)
I drove down with my mom and it was actually a pretty good trip. I won't lie I was a little nervous as to how spending all this time in the car would go, but it was fine. While we were driving down I felt fine and was LOVING the weather. It wasn't until we got to our hotel and saw all the Marine stores and things about Marines that I started to get nervous, like REALLY nervous. 'How has he changed?, Did he change?, Am I going to recognize him?, Does he still love me?' Goodness gracious you have no idea I had myself so worked up for this.
Tuesday morning, 4am came so soon. This would be the day I have been waiting for, the day I'd be able to see my bf and hug him and actually talk to him!!! I got ready, going back and forth between outfits and hairstyles. I had to be on base with my sign by 0530 in order to get a decent spot to see them warming up for their MOTO run! I felt so sick on my way to base that I couldn't eat and barely touched my coffee. It seemed like forever before we heard the plts yelling and coming out from barracks to stretch and get ready to run. Theoretically all the plts should have been in order so I found where 1091 and 1093 were and presumed we were between them. As these men came out I couldnt recognize any as my bf!! Had he changed that much I couldn't find him?! I was not the only person believe me. Of course their guideon (sp) was blowing and we couldn't read it. We found out that my bfs plt made Honor PLT and was the very first in the row so a bunch of us went running down. Low and behold there he was!!! He had lost about 20lbs. I so badly wanted to run out onto the deck and give him a hug!! I held my sign so he could see. He wasnt allowed to wave or even smile. But he made eye contact and I knew he saw me. After they ran and changed into their uniforms I got to go meet up with him. I ran into his family who had just gotten there. So we walked over to the mini ceremony to wait for them to walk in and be released. Again I saw him and just wanted to run and hug him. Once they released them I ran down the bleachers and FINALLY got my hug and kiss (on the forehead). I got to spend the day with him (as well as my mom and his family).
The next day was graduation and the day we'd head home to spend a few weeks together before he continued on to MCT. Graduation was very emotional, but I didn't cry (for once). Once released again I ran like hell; heels, skirt and all. I finally got to him (there was a whole lot of green going on).
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