June 6, 2016. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I was sitting in class when my phone went off. It was my ex boyfriend who of which I was supposed to see after school that day. He had texted me to tell me that his recruiter called and he was going to be driven to the airport within the next hour and that I wouldn’t see him for the next 13 weeks. I left class and cried to my homeroom teacher. It felt like my whole entire world just fell apart right before me.
Two weeks went by and after patiently waiting by the mailbox every morning, I finally got a letter. All he could say was that he missed me and loved me and begged for me to take him back. I remember the tears streaming down my face and my heart melting. All I wanted was to be his again and now I finally had that chance again.
The letters kept coming, about one letter a week at first. He told me about what he did that day and what he will be doing in the weeks to come. He told me about all the great friends that he had been making in his platoon which are now his brothers. I remember feel such a strong sense of pride and joy for him because he finally felt like he was in a place where he belonged.
I wrote letters to him almost every day telling him about how I went to the beach, spent time at home with my dogs, and even vented to him when I had a bad day. It was nice to have somewhat of a sense of normality again because it felt like he was sitting next to me, talking to me in person.
When I first got thrown into this military lifestyle, I honestly thought that I couldn’t do it. Now, here I am, an independent and stronger woman, that is only one week away from seeing her Marine. I didn’t think that I would have ever made it this far. This just goes to show that military relationships DO work. If both of you have the right mindset and always put love first, then it’s all worth it and to me, being a Marine girlfriend is one of the greatest honors I could ever ask for.
