We had our first negative experience with the Navy today. I feel terrible, not because of what happened but because of how my honey took it and that I wasn't there to help him.
Michael was supposed to start second phase tomorrow, leaving him open this and every weekend to leave base and visit with his family. Well, today they told him that they are going to be in first phase for another 28 days. My reaction was "oh man, that sucks. But oh well, I can still visit you on base, no big deal." My honey's reaction was huge. He was livid. I tried to empathize with how he must feel, I really did. I know he's been made to feel like a peice of sh** for the past 9 weeks and he has been looking forward to getting a break, but I can't help but feel like "it is what it is", there's nothing we can do about it except make the best of it. I know what to expect, I know that we will be left disappointed more often than not, I know he'll miss a lot of events in ours and our children's lives, and I know that there's nothing we can do about it. I just think he is having a harder time relinquishing all control. I hate that I can't give him a hug and tell him that I'll be with him every step of the way. Oh well, I'm going to visit this weekend, we have to stay on base, and I can't touch him at all (which will be torture) but at least I'll be close to him.