I am concerned with not just being able to like who I see in the mirror, but how YOU and the kids see me.
I love you and love everything you do for me, for the kids and for the family as a whole. You rock.
I am concerned with how we can’t seem to have any sort of conversation without it devolving into an argument. That is pretty shitty of us. We are better people and we are actually nicer people than we show to each other.
I’m sick of having a long distance relationship with my wife. I know that we have been distant even in the same room, but we are going to solve that. Now we just need to figure out how to be physically together.
I know that you say that I have squandered my time to talk, but some of it is that I don’t want to just jump right into things.
I am puzzled by why we can’t seem to talk. The chaplain is back and I am going to go talk to him tomorrow.
I am puzzled by how we are going to begin talking about the real things. I mean, where do we start? What do we start with?
I wish we could be happy again with each other. I really do. More than anything. I miss you. I miss my best friend.
I am puzzled by what is going to get shaken loose and whose head is going to roll. I mean, this is nuts.
On any given weekday, an average of 60 U.S. servicemen and women get divorced. “Max” and “Abby,” not their real names, are separated by more than 7,000 miles while he’s deployed with the U.S. Navy to Okinawa. Max is hoping – more than hoping – an exercise known as the PAIRS Daily Temperature Reading helps him protect his own marriage and family while he’s a world away.
The ruse about love woven into the psyche of baby boomers and the generations they reared wrought havoc that forever altered the landscape of America’s families and neighborhoods.