We’ve hit a whole lot of SNAFUs with the whole orders process. To explain more is simply too laborious.
But basically we’re down to the wire. And the people who are supposed to be helping Husband aren’t.
It’s very frustrating. Very anxiety producing.
So… we may go through part of another deployment (our third in the five years he’s been in btw) after this long string of work-ups and be done with the Navy for good.
We may work back channels and stay here for three more years.
A miracle could occur and we might find some decent orders.
And basically that’s the same place we’ve been for months. Except now we REALLY NEED to get answers. Now we are out of time. And now all those people who told us we had plenty of time are officially wrong. And all of those people who were supposed to help us all along but didn’t still aren’t.
I just. want. to. know. When I know I can start to wrap my head around it. For a while Husband was gung-ho for getting out…. So I started getting comfortable with that idea. Then that didn’t look like such a good idea. Then it looked like we were going to stay here. At first I was disappointed with that prospect, but then I started making peace with it. Then it sounded like we might get to transfer somewhere new, which…. bizarrely excited and energized me.
Now we have no clue which way this thing is gonna go. None. Zippo.
Husband and I are both on edge about it. He is so frustrated he doesn’t want to talk about it. I am so anxious I need to talk about it. That doesn’t really work out so well.
But… eventually we will get answers. They might not be answers that we like, but we will get them one way or another. And then I CAN wrap my head around it. And we will do what comes next. Whatever that may be.
I’m just ready to know.