Offshore wife day 2

Well on 8/6/2009 I received a phone call from DH letting me know that he was requested to go offshore starting the next day! Yeks I knew this was coming and there is still so much to do prior to his departure. Ok where do I begin well you know I won't right now I am in tears upset that I will now be alone without my dear husband next to me when I go to bed at night. I know we need to move forward and I know his departure will be short and close but its still in another state! Allthe time in the world could not have prepared me for what feels like my heart exiting my body. I took the time to make sure at moments I was excited and supportive but deep down inside I was scared. Scared about his drive, helicopter ride, his absence. What can I say.... Well I took the time to write him a letter several letters one for everyday of the week he would be gone but given the short notice I was unable to complete the week. I am sure my heart touching words would allow him to read each one over and over. At the end of the day he came through and completed his honey do list we took the time to go to dinner and talk things over. I totally broke down and cried at the table I had to explain to him what I was feeling. It was shocking for him to see me so open and in public without a care in the world. Soon after dinner we ran by my mothers and to the store and headed home thereafter. Once home we laid down and talked till it was time for him to go on his new journey. I walked him out with the dog. Poor Jojo he seemed so confused next we said or goodbyes and hugged as if it would be ages until we saw each other again the time 12:20am. My DH was only gone ten minture prior to him calling to just say hello and for me to get some rest. After I fell asleep I awoke looking for the time it had only been two hours since we last spoke. I called him of course and he said the drive was going well and to please get some sleep. Little did I know once I closed my eyes I would be heart broken when I would try to call my DH again. That's because once I attempted to call him again I would only get the voicemail. By this time it was 3:30 am and He was to be at the Cameron LA port at 5:00 am. I called, and called, and called, and still the voicemail.. I began searching the net for signs; signs of bad weather, block roads or anything that wold explain him not calling. I wanted to call someone but I realized I had no one to call and most likely I was over reacting. Considering time was against me given the fact that I now had to go to work extra early just to get home and walk the dog. This in turn allowed for me to become determined to find my husband before going to work. I quickly mapped quest the port's directions and told myself if I didn't hear anything soon I was driving after him. I cried, I yelled, I screamed, and then I thought. I realized that maybe he had no phone service and to try to check my email and sure enough there it was my confirmation that my husband had arrived to his destination safely. I now know what parents feel when their children take off and party at night. I sent my husband back an email while I thanked God in tears for his safe drive and I then told him that I was worried. He ensured me that he knew I would be but he didn't have phone service where he was only wifi. So we chatted until it was time for me to leave for work. Once I got to work we chatted some more. We told each other how much we loved each other and that we were thankful for the lay off because it brought us some much closer together than we were before not only to each other but with God. Since 8/7/2009 I have spoke to my husband at least 6 times and today is just the 9th. He calls just to say he wanted to hear my voice although he denies being home sick. He says the work is long and hard but although his surroundings aren't bad there just not home. I confirmed with him that we all miss him and pray for his safe return and by the next phone call he informed me of the to be expected workplace drama. By the way... I am still packing and preparing for our big move on Tuesday.

Fast Foward.

OK my life has speed up a bit since the last time I blogged. I must admit that when I originally began this blog journey I expected to update my blog everyday as you can see that didn't happen. Since my last entry my husband and I celebrated or first anniversary and treated ourselves to a trip to Vegas. My second time flying and although I was a nervous wreck it was worth it; we had a great time! Just prior to our trip my husband was laid off and I tell you this because this common situation is something that now effects millions of families in the United States due to the recession. Although, I stressed as we leaned on our savings I continued to pray that God would get us both through this and considering we had a savings I knew God had prepared us for this battle. Through the fights, disagreements, tears, and fears God lead us through. I watched my husband beat the streets to interview for jobs that he would later be rejected from. Although I pressed his bottoms in essence to motivate him to continue in the struggle and art of job hunting my husband began to keep his focus on God. Which he then counseled me to do the same and not allow evil thoughts and words destroy what God has in store for us. March ran into April, April ran into May, May ran into June and our lease was up; not sure on what to do we pondered on if we should move on and move out and downsize. The reality of the situation was obvious Reliant rates drove our light bills so high that we began to turn our hot water heater off to save on cost. We learned to read meters together and we learned to take chances together. We soon decided to move right after God lead my husband to a location that was better for us and energy efficient at a great price. At times my thoughts would turn ugly being angered at the situation that at times seemed to be a glimpse of light at the end of a dark tunnel unfortunately I could only see the darkness that shadowed it. One day after a heated argument my husband my husband continued to tell me I to have faith and as he walked out the door he went to the local Texaco claiming to go beer. He came back with a newspaper and to my surprise he landed three interviews the following week. The upcoming weeks lead me to my thoughts and my feelings for today 8/7/09 the first day after finding out I would soon be in a club I official coined the "offshore wives club were all we can do is pray".