I Am a Navy Wife. However, we started out in the "deployment" phase - so I pleasantly (and not so pleasantly) understand the everlasting effects of distance on a relationship.
We met on the internet in 2006 and developed a gradual and remarkably immature relationship until 2008 when I finally decided that I had HAD enough of being polite and told him "I fancy you." He asked me to marry him. We hadn't even met yet. I was genuinely thrilled! Problem: he was stationed on the East Coast and I was mucking about in the Prairies.
We spent the next year meeting every 3-4 months for brief interludes. Our first meeting lasted three weeks in September of 2008 and I really was not interested in it ending. I watched his plane fly away. Christmas REALLY could not arrive early enough that year. Christmas, happily and sadly, came and went. I cried for two days straight after leaving Southern Ontario. Then I THREW myself into work and waited for him to arrive again in April.
Then - came the five months of separation. We decided that due to financial burdens and responsibilities, we would forgo a mid-summer visit and wait until August (and subsequently, the wedding) to see one another again. Five months is a long time. A loooonnnggg time. We knew August 14 would be a day of reckoning. We figured the world would end as we collided. (Thank goodness it didn't.)
He whisked me into his arms and made me his wife on August 29, 2009. Then, two days later, he whisked me out to the East Coast with my four cats to set us up in our new military housing project. We spent our time together in bliss; we cooked, cleaned, adorned the apartment, went on road trips, and finally felt "married."
Then three weeks later, he was gone. Overseas exercises deployment. I watched his ship sail in and out the harbour on two separate occasions. I could not even say "Goodbye" one more time. This is going to be a long five weeks.