92

I'm needy, I've come to realize this. I've only become needy since I've experienced what love is. Love has made me a weak woman. I know what Hank feels when he sings. Life was easier when I was bitter and scorned. The world moved faster, and my head was focused. I only had to worry about myself. The next 92 days will have a lot of random refection. My weary blues from waitin' will be from the unknown.

Introduction

Differences make the world go round. But sometimes they make me feel like my world stops. Lets go back to the beginning.

Im a 25 year old woman, married for 4 years, no children, just dogs, and happy with the way it is. I've adjusted to many changes in my life, such as getting married, moving across the country with no family, and my husband joining the U.S. Navy. In exactly 93 days, he will be gone, to boot camp up in the great lakes. I'll be alone in a place where I have no family, and a handful of friends. This will be the hardest change thus far. I've made attempts to make friends in the "Navy wife" community. Once again when I reach out, I come across some road blocks.

Differences.

I am not a mother of human children, nor do I like human children. I don't believe in "god", and don't need him to be happy. I am vegan. I am Italian-American and very proud of it. I have many tattoos. I have many piercings. I wear a lot of eyeliner, and I enhance my eyebrows. I think Pink Flamingoes, Desperate Living, and Female Trouble are cinematic gold, no... platinum, with diamonds. I'm spiritual in my own way that most people can't comprehend. I love my pets as much as people love their own flesh and blood. I'm a Pisces, to the "T". I don't buy words carved out of/painted on wood to hang in my home. I don't buy art at stores. I listen to records. I don't drive an SUV, I prefer to drive stick, and sit low. I don't plant flowers. I prefer beer, Pabst Blue Ribbon to be exact. I like songs about dead girls. I have pit bulls, and would rather spend my Saturdays with them. And I curse more than my sailor.

All of these thing sometimes make me feel like I'll never find another Navy wife friend who will not judge these things, or take them as "immaturity". I'm actually starting to crave to find more women like me, but I'm not sure if another me exists. which puts another nail in my lonely coffin, that will be lowered the day my husband goes away to boot camp. This journey is getting very real and very scary, and I don't think I can go it alone.