I fucking hate the army.
My husband isn’t coming home as soon as I thought and I should probably just be glad that he is coming home but I’ve been waiting so long and I don’t want to have to choose between him and my career because I can’t miss work when he gets home. I had planned for the week off based on the initial date of return and accepted an assignment at work that could lead to a promotion. I hate everything. I’m alone, and so incredibly lonely. I hate October.