Our Story

My story is a little different... I am Canadian and my boyfriend is in the USAF. We live about two hours away, but started dating about 3 months before he deployed to Afghanistan. I can't really describe how I feel about him, I've never felt this way about another person before- I feel safe and secure with him. I feel confident with him. He has changed my life for the better. He was training in California before his deployment, so other than 3- 2 week visits, our relationship has primarily been on hours on the phone (which in turn has been a good thing, almost preparing me for this transition). The first phone call after he left for the desert was the best phone call of my life. After that however is another story. I found out I was pregnant about 2 weeks after he arrived in Afghanistan and when I told him, he was super happy and supportive which calmed my nerves quite a bit. We were planning for me to move to the states after he returned just in time for kiddo to arrive, but I was having really bad cramping and my doctor wanted me to go in for a scan. I was planning to Skype my bf during every doctors visit and every ultrasound because it was important for him to be a part of our pregnancy as best he could. My doctor strongly advised me not to Skype my bf during this scan, so I knew something was wrong. I misscarried and I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me when the doctors said those words. I blamed myself and I felt like I should have known, I should have done something to prevent this from happening. After I told my bf instead of talking on the phone, we spent hours in silence and crying together. He was the only person who knew how I felt. I wasn't mad that he wasn't by my side, I understand that he can't; him not being able to be here is a situation out of his control. I took comfort in just sitting in silence with him. About a month later I received a phone call that there was a cancellation date for a surgery I had been waiting for. (I have neurofibromatosis- tumors that grow on nerve endings) The surgery was scheduled in a weeks time, so I was able to clear it through my work. The night before my surgery, I was called by my manager asking me not to go in for surgery as the receptionist and my work quit and they would need me to cover her shifts. I did go ahead with the surgery, and after I returned to work, it was very awkward and tense. One thing lead to another, and I quit my job. And when most would judge me and I know that quiting my job may not have been the smartest decision, my amazing bf has supported me in every way. Love doesn't even come close to describing how I feel about him. I just hope the next 5 months of his deployment are not like the first 2.
pamiam pamiam
26-30, F
May 22, 2012