The Quiet Strength You Don’t See in Military Marriages
He’s been deployed since October, and at this point it feels like our normal life.
There wasn’t a huge emotional unraveling when he left. Of course we miss him, but we adjusted quickly. We set a strict budget, figured out our schedules, and committed to talking every single day. Not long dramatic calls. Just consistent ones. We talk about the kids, what broke that day, what we ate, what is coming up that week. It feels steady and familiar.
I handle everything at home. The bills, the kids, the pets, the school schedules. I always have, so that part did not change much. The house still runs the way it always has. What changed is the physical absence. The small shared responsibilities that used to feel automatic.
The trash is mine now. The weeds too. Oil changes used to be his thing, and now I schedule them and sit in the waiting room alone. It is not overwhelming. It just reminds me he is not here. When something breaks, I video call him and hold the phone up so he can see what I am looking at. Sometimes he can walk me through it. Sometimes I end up calling someone anyway. Either way, we figure it out.
I send him practical things when he needs them. A new phone case. Sunscreen. Small items he realizes he forgot. It is not romantic, but it is caring. It is how we take care of each other right now.
We are both very faithful and very committed. That has never been shaky. We trust each other. We stay in contact. There is a calmness between us that I am grateful for. It does not feel dramatic. It feels disciplined and intentional.
The kids have handled it better than most people would expect. They are calm. Sometimes they say they miss him. Sometimes they draw him pictures or send him videos of what they are doing. Then they move on with their day. They are not overly emotional, but they are aware he is gone.
Our family routine is mostly the same, with small changes because they are growing up. My son is almost a teenager and now showers in the morning instead of at night. My daughter is learning how to take better care of her skin, and so is my son. Sunscreen, lotion, healthier food. Those things have always mattered in our house, but the conversations are a little more detailed now. They are learning how to take care of their bodies in new ways.
He is missing a year of them growing. That part is hard to think about. Kids change quickly at this age. But he is in a non combat location, and we are allowed to visit him on base in June. He will be home in July. Having those dates helps. It makes this feel temporary instead of open ended.
We are not falling apart. We are not overly emotional. We are simply doing what needs to be done while staying connected to each other.
It is not flashy strength. But it is real.