pandemoniac
05-16-2008, 02:52 PM
And boy was it a rough ride.
So originally he was supposed to ship out May 15th. On April 29th we found out that paperwork got mixed up and he was actually to ship out May 5th. I was completely bummed, because I had taken off the week he was to ship to spend with him, and now it was a moot point because I couldn't switch my time off.
So, I dropped him off at the hotel on May 4th, bawling my eyes out and a complete wreck, told him bye and came home and cried some more. I was going to go to MEPS the next morning to watch him swear in again, so I set my alarm for 8am and went to bed. Well, I got a call from him at 6:45am saying 'come get me, I can't ship'. Come to find out his recruiting station in Texas didn't send over the necessary paperwork to MEPS and they couldn't do anything. So, they said 'Come back on Wednesday and you'll ship out on Thursday'.
I was glad to have him home but I knew I'd just have to go through it all over again. So, we went to the recruiters office in Tampa to find out about the paperwork.. Texas was saying they shipped it, MEPS was saying they didn't have it. I got upset in the recruiters office because I felt like SOMEONE was dropping the ball. I didn't care who it was at the time, but I got upset and had to just leave.
So I went to work on Wednesday because I couldn't get it off to take him to the hotel and I was upset. One of the recruiters was supposed to pick him up by 5pm but didn't even get to my house til 8pm to pick him up, and he didn't get to the hotel til 10pm. Because the recruiter forgot a bunch of stuff somewhere and had to backtrack.
On Thursday morning I got a call at 7:15am saying 'They're not letting me ship I'm .2lbs over'. And this part just makes me mad. They taped him, and he was fine, they weighed him and he as .2lbs over so they taped him again and told him he was 2 inches over. I don't know how he gained 2 inches in 20 minutes, or if MEPS is just a bunch of idiots. So I went down to MEPS again and sat with him for 6 hours to see if they were going to let him ship or discharge him. Finally his Chief in Texas called and said 'We're shipping you on Monday but you better be at 193lbs, eat lettuce for the next 3 days if you have to".. So we came home.
I'm beginning to like emotional rollercoasters.
Well, I had him home for the weekend atleast. It sucked though. It was Mothers Day weekend and we had dinners scheduled everywhere. Friday night was my grandmothers house for dinner, Saturday afternoon was a cookout for my other grandmother, and Sunday was dinner for my mom. We didn't eat a thing. If he wasn't eating the good for, neither was I. It was hard and I felt bad for him. Not to mention he was already sick to his stomach from nerves.
So on Sunday I made my way back to the hotel and dropped him off, halfway hoping this was it because I couldn't take much more, but also hoping he hasn't made weight so he could just come home and we'd be done with this. Anyways, so I came back home and waited.
The next morning he called me and goes 'Uh, well, apparently I shrunk, I'm supposed to be at 191 or under' And I about flipped, then he goes 'But I weight 189 so I'm good to go'.. So I got up, got dressed and went to MEPS. At 6'1'' and 189lbs he looked so thin. For the past 5 years we've dated he's stayed around 215lbs and that's what I was used to. We pretty much just sat in silence. I watched him swear in and got some good pictures and I was there while he got to eat lunch. But I had to leave so I could go to work.. And walking out of there and knowing it was the last time I'd see him until he graduated was so hard. I started crying so hard I couldn't talk, which made him cry and it just.. sucked.
I cried all the way to work, at work, he called me when he was at the airport and right before he took off. Then he called me when he got into Chicago. He was crying when he told me he loved me and I about lost it. His mom ended up calling me at about 1am to let me know he had gotten onto base.
And now here I am. All alone. It's so different. I come home and see his car still in the driveway and I just get sad coz I know he's not there. Our dog completely bypasses me when I walk in the door and just keeps looking for him. He made me a build-a-bear before he left in a Sailor's outfit and he sprayed him with his cologne for me.. And I sleep with it every night. Sometimes I walk into our room and I just burst into tears because he's everywhere in there. His clothes, shoes, cologne and even stupid receipts he took out of his pocket the day he left.
No ones heard from him since Monday.. I don't know how he's doing or anything. I'm sure he's doing fine.. I just miss him. It's hard. Everyone keeps checking on me, telling me it'll be okay and it'll go by faster than I know it. Well, the past 4 days have completely drug on. Work keeps me occupied for about 8 hours but it still just drags on.
I've started writing already. I feel like I have so much to tell him since he's gone. If I sent pictures will he be able to keep them? Also - how long til he can write me so I know where to send letters to? Everyone tells me it'll be a few weeks but that's so long to wait.
Oh well. I just keep looking forward to when I go up for his graduation and I see him looking so proud in his uniform.
So originally he was supposed to ship out May 15th. On April 29th we found out that paperwork got mixed up and he was actually to ship out May 5th. I was completely bummed, because I had taken off the week he was to ship to spend with him, and now it was a moot point because I couldn't switch my time off.
So, I dropped him off at the hotel on May 4th, bawling my eyes out and a complete wreck, told him bye and came home and cried some more. I was going to go to MEPS the next morning to watch him swear in again, so I set my alarm for 8am and went to bed. Well, I got a call from him at 6:45am saying 'come get me, I can't ship'. Come to find out his recruiting station in Texas didn't send over the necessary paperwork to MEPS and they couldn't do anything. So, they said 'Come back on Wednesday and you'll ship out on Thursday'.
I was glad to have him home but I knew I'd just have to go through it all over again. So, we went to the recruiters office in Tampa to find out about the paperwork.. Texas was saying they shipped it, MEPS was saying they didn't have it. I got upset in the recruiters office because I felt like SOMEONE was dropping the ball. I didn't care who it was at the time, but I got upset and had to just leave.
So I went to work on Wednesday because I couldn't get it off to take him to the hotel and I was upset. One of the recruiters was supposed to pick him up by 5pm but didn't even get to my house til 8pm to pick him up, and he didn't get to the hotel til 10pm. Because the recruiter forgot a bunch of stuff somewhere and had to backtrack.
On Thursday morning I got a call at 7:15am saying 'They're not letting me ship I'm .2lbs over'. And this part just makes me mad. They taped him, and he was fine, they weighed him and he as .2lbs over so they taped him again and told him he was 2 inches over. I don't know how he gained 2 inches in 20 minutes, or if MEPS is just a bunch of idiots. So I went down to MEPS again and sat with him for 6 hours to see if they were going to let him ship or discharge him. Finally his Chief in Texas called and said 'We're shipping you on Monday but you better be at 193lbs, eat lettuce for the next 3 days if you have to".. So we came home.
I'm beginning to like emotional rollercoasters.
Well, I had him home for the weekend atleast. It sucked though. It was Mothers Day weekend and we had dinners scheduled everywhere. Friday night was my grandmothers house for dinner, Saturday afternoon was a cookout for my other grandmother, and Sunday was dinner for my mom. We didn't eat a thing. If he wasn't eating the good for, neither was I. It was hard and I felt bad for him. Not to mention he was already sick to his stomach from nerves.
So on Sunday I made my way back to the hotel and dropped him off, halfway hoping this was it because I couldn't take much more, but also hoping he hasn't made weight so he could just come home and we'd be done with this. Anyways, so I came back home and waited.
The next morning he called me and goes 'Uh, well, apparently I shrunk, I'm supposed to be at 191 or under' And I about flipped, then he goes 'But I weight 189 so I'm good to go'.. So I got up, got dressed and went to MEPS. At 6'1'' and 189lbs he looked so thin. For the past 5 years we've dated he's stayed around 215lbs and that's what I was used to. We pretty much just sat in silence. I watched him swear in and got some good pictures and I was there while he got to eat lunch. But I had to leave so I could go to work.. And walking out of there and knowing it was the last time I'd see him until he graduated was so hard. I started crying so hard I couldn't talk, which made him cry and it just.. sucked.
I cried all the way to work, at work, he called me when he was at the airport and right before he took off. Then he called me when he got into Chicago. He was crying when he told me he loved me and I about lost it. His mom ended up calling me at about 1am to let me know he had gotten onto base.
And now here I am. All alone. It's so different. I come home and see his car still in the driveway and I just get sad coz I know he's not there. Our dog completely bypasses me when I walk in the door and just keeps looking for him. He made me a build-a-bear before he left in a Sailor's outfit and he sprayed him with his cologne for me.. And I sleep with it every night. Sometimes I walk into our room and I just burst into tears because he's everywhere in there. His clothes, shoes, cologne and even stupid receipts he took out of his pocket the day he left.
No ones heard from him since Monday.. I don't know how he's doing or anything. I'm sure he's doing fine.. I just miss him. It's hard. Everyone keeps checking on me, telling me it'll be okay and it'll go by faster than I know it. Well, the past 4 days have completely drug on. Work keeps me occupied for about 8 hours but it still just drags on.
I've started writing already. I feel like I have so much to tell him since he's gone. If I sent pictures will he be able to keep them? Also - how long til he can write me so I know where to send letters to? Everyone tells me it'll be a few weeks but that's so long to wait.
Oh well. I just keep looking forward to when I go up for his graduation and I see him looking so proud in his uniform.