Love Story

Storytime. Part 10.

{Read previous posts here.}
Six months.  He’d be gone, on the other side of the world, for six months.
The second I left work, I couldn’t fight the tears any longer.  I bawled the entire way home.
In hindsight, I know this is nothing compared to the life of a military wife.  But at the time, it seemed like the end of the world.
The next morning, the agent called again.  There were some issues with the team, and they weren’t able to send Mr. BUB’s plane ticket that day.  He should plan to fly out the next day instead.
This continued for a week, before the deal fell through altogether.  The agent immediately started looking for other opportunities, and kept me on a roller coaster of emotions for a while.  And finally a deal stuck.
He was set to go play basketball for the Nicaraguan national team.  South America would definitely be an adventure, and he was up for it.  And his contract would only be for 6 weeks, so I was taking this news better.
It still didn’t stop me from clinging to him as I dropped him off at the airport.  Or from sobbing the entire way home.
…to be continued.
heathersig