Hey, you there, sitting in your living room at 7:34 p.m. The kids are in another part of the house playing. Maybe they’re peacefully watching a movie, maybe they’re laying on the floor with several broken bones. You don’t know, and frankly you really don’t care right now. And you, laying in your bed in total darkness except for the glow of your laptop screen at 1:47 a.m. with puffy eyes and a tear-stained shirt. You two may be on completely opposite sides of the country, living two completely different lives, but you’re not as different as you may think. You both have one small, but very important thing in common- you’re addicted to Army Wives.

You've happy cried.

And you've ugly cried so hard that you can't breathe.

You’ve heard the line “then stop watching it” time after time, and you’ve rolled your eyes every time, because you and I both know that you’re not going to stop until every last episode has been watched.

You’ve felt the happiness, the joy, and the sadness, and you’ve mourned each and every death like you were affected by it on a personal level, because let’s be honest- you were.

You’ve willingly given yourself to this show knowing how painful and heartbreaking it is, but you’re not going to stop watching it, because deep down, you’re an honorary army wife.

HOOAH.