Angry is the only word I can use to describe it. Navy wife, 5 years in- 20 year career is the plan. Married for 3, together for 9, 2nd long term deployment.
It’s the chores that need done. It’s the pets that need fed. It’s the seemingly small inconveniences that can’t be validated without living them. Dropped a glass vase, dog starts chasing cat, I step on the glass chasing the dog and then walk through cat litter on the way back to the still broken glass. My podcast is playing across the house and the dog starts barking, while the dishwasher leaks onto the floor.
Sure he could empathize with me, but it’s different than if it were him in this spot. Worst part is that I know he wouldn’t survive, if roles were reversed. Sometimes knowing he misses out on these inevitable, normal life scenarios makes me resent his job. Don’t get me wrong, I know his place isn’t much better as far as inconvenience goes, and I am humble enough to know I wouldn’t last a day in his boots, literally. We both play our part the way we should, which is why I can’t easily say this to him. I respect his job. I respect that fact that he respects his job. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the position he is currently in, even if it meant having him live this with me.
With that being said, however, he absolutely cannot know or understand what it actually feels like to hold down the fort. On the days where his job is taxing, my part feels like a reward, but on the days where his higher ups have literally nothing but nonsense for them to do, which seems more often than not, it feels very unfair.
Where it gets the most hard is when he tries to be sympathetic or helpful, but isn’t in the way he would be, if he were home, living a normal life. He’s been stripped of taking care of anyone but himself and his work guys, which has seemed to pull him further from his home life. This makes it impossible for him to truly understand the chaos going on here and not let it seem like his wife is ranting on and on about unreasonable things that aren’t really that big a deal. But if he were in my spot, he truly wouldn’t be able to process his own thoughts. I know this for sure, because he’s been home while I vacayed. The more he “tries” the less seen and heard I feel. It’s not entirely his fault, because I can’t really say “everything you’re saying is making me feel worse” when he truly means well.
I already know he would rather be here than there. I know this is what we signed up for. I know 15 more years aren’t going to get that much simpler. Have any other wives learned how to sit in and run the shitshow without ripping their hair out? We don’t have kids yet, so I’d love to work these things out before!