Ever since I’ve known Chris, he’s been AD military. Living life based on what the Navy wanted and needed from him.
We’re coming up on a life transition and, I have to admit, I’m pretty freaked out by it.
There are so many positives to getting out and moving on, but there’s negatives, too. Those negatives are staring us in the face and I feel as though this is going to be our biggest challenge yet.
We’ve gotten through the first 7 years of marriage.
We fought back and beat the piss out of my PPD.
We bought a home before our 30th birthdays and filled it with kids, animals and love.
Now we are walking into a situation where I’m the only one employed. It’s always been Chris. He’s always been the financial backbone of our family and now that falls to me. The pressure is indescribable. I can’t believe he didn’t crumble under the weight of what the “sole bread winner” really means.
We have 2 more weeks under military pay; then we’re on our own until he finds a job. He’s had some really great prospects that we’re waiting on; but right now, all they amount to is prospects.
I know he’ll find something, I know he’ll always take care of us; but in this transition I need to find my strength and be there for him in a way only I can do. I need to show him all the courage he’s shown me in the past and have faith we’ll come through this better than we were before.
Leaving the military was our choice.
Staying in San Diego and not moving home was our choice.
Now we need to embrace those choices and prove that we weren’t wrong.
It might take a lot of complaining, lots of good beer and some awesome low cost meals, but we’ll get there.
I’ll be a bigtime author dancing on Ellen eventually. ;)
