J picked up a new class this past Saturday. This basically means I will rarely see my husband for the next thirty-three days. J is an instructor at the Coast Guard Chief's Academy. He had the last class off (just had to teach) and I got used to having him around. But I am thankful that I get to see him every night.
Being married to a military man is definitely different. J has been in thirteen years now and we have been together for ten of them. He has been on a boat for five of them. During these five years, J was gone six-eight months each year. It sucks. Even more now that we have kids.
We should be leaving here in 2010 and J will most likely be going back to a boat. He only has seven years left before he can potentially retire. So, leaving here and going to a two-year boat will leave us with three years, hopefully on land and even more hopefully in North Carolina. Of course, J is talking about staying in twenty-five, possibly thirty years. We'll see. If he retires at twenty years, the boys will be fourteen and ten. That sounds like a perfect time to get out.
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