Well, S heard from branch. He got none of the classes he requested. Instead, he doesn’t report until the end of May.
He seems to think there is some silver lining–e.g. we are not moving with a newborn or me 1000 months pregnant.
I see this as a life sentence.
After I got off the phone with him, I sobbed quietly in the corner of the kitchen with my back to the living room so E couldn’t see. Thankfully, she’s still absorbed in Sophia the First, so she hasn’t really noticed that I am upset. I was dreading having to wait until March to leave, but May is almost an entire year away. And who knows what will happen between now and then.
It’s not helping matters that the other night S dropped the bomb that he doesn’t want to go back to GA for the holidays. With all of the other options, it wasn’t really that big of a deal with the exception of March. But now I’m virtually trapped here until they finally move us.
And this is why I need to learn to be never be optimistic about anything ever again.
