My wife and I got into an argument. I can normally handle these fucking arguments fine. You can call me any name in the fucking book and I won't give a shit. Because I know at some point or another I have been every single thing she has called me. I'm fine with name calling since I do it right back. I just don't know when or where my breaking point is. I think it just got a bit closer since she told me last night that she hopes I crash and die on my road trip back to North Carolina from Texas. My breaking point is just about there. Why would you fucking marry me, get deployed, and then turn into such a fucking paranoid bastard? I just don't understand. And I'll never fucking understand because I'm not in her head and I will never be in her head. And I can't even try to be in her shoes because she has literally on the other side of the world. I'm just lost. Part of me hopes I do fucking crash and die just to make her feel guilty as fuck for the way she's been treating me. The other part just wants it to go back to how things were when she was here. When she was home. I just don't know. Just needed to vent and thought I would try out tumblr which I never get on anymore.

Missing my wife more than anything right now. #deploymentssuck #milso