When I met The Marine in August of '06, I thought I'd finally met my match. He was cute, smart, driven and for some reason couldn't keep his hands off of me. Too bad that happened two weeks before he deployed for Iraq, for the 4th time. But not to be daunted by a challenge of a war, I was willing to see what happened. And he promised I would see him when he got back.
The Marine emailed, IMed and kept in touch weekly for the deployment. I sent numerous letters, amazing care packages and counted down the days until he returned. The big day arrived in April and, well, nothing happened. That was it. I was dropped fast and without reason. Did this shatter my fragile sense of security in a relationship? More than I care to admit.
Now he leaves for Iraq again, for the 5th time, in a few weeks. And I'm still single, walls up and going through what I'm calling the "angry pissed off" stage. I miss our friendship, sending him letters, talking to him. Instead of wasting my energy on him or any other man that can't see me for the amazing, wonderful woman I am, this blog is all things a man would be getting from me - were they not an asshole.
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