I saw a picture of a child & her dad being deployed & all I could notice was eyelashes & silent tears & 2 sad faces. I realize it was really hard to go through the 'leaving' all the time. I realize I stuffed emotions even then so each time it occurred again I never had the benefit of the feeling or 'expectation' of a return. I realize when my dad would say 'hold down the fort' or 'take care of mom (& the dog)' he never thought I'd take it literally at less than 5 or 6 years old.
I realize my dad was very patient because my sister said when he got home he would sit by me on the floor playing (I think that's so sweet- he had a most horrendous back), then eventually we'd end up on the couch, then closer, then in a couple of days I'd be sitting in his lap. (-I mean at 2, not 6 ! :wideeyed: )
I realize trying to quit smoking I can't recognize hunger because 3 meals/ day sounds so bizarre, I have no idea 'when' or 'how' or 'what' to eat, or even 'when' I'm hungry, I've mostly always eaten low volume/ huge calories once per day.
I realize when I have a bath I'm quite full of bruises.
I realize my mom must have been a saint with what I put her through.
I realize I don't know entirely what I am to blame for & what not exactly.
I realize things are hard to talk about when they have emotions attached or are heavy-laden. So it's either the weather-report-delivery when forced (but then comes coughing, etc), or it's seemed naturally 'best' to not talk about them.