My husband is in the Army Reserves, so he has to go to drill one weekend a month and this weekend was his drill weekend.
I don't know know I couldn't handle it, but all day on Thursday I was a wreck. I would start out of the blue because
I knew he was leaving the next day. And he would hold me until I calmed down a little he would ask me what was going
on in my head about it... and I didn't know... and I would just collapse in arms and again.
I just felt so small, vulnerable, and... scared.
He tried to keep reassuring me that he was coming back... that it was just drill and not deployment.
(He served his first tour in Iraq June 2007-May 2008... I barely survived)

I felt like such a loser for getting so emotional over being separated from him for a weekend
(like two whole days... all day/night Friday and Saturday... and part of the day on Sunday) but I couldn't help it.

He called me a little while ago and told me he had to take a "suicide prevention" class and he thought of me because they
went over the warning signs of clinical depression, and he is now convinced that I have it, because he said I fit every single one of the signs.