Hate

I hate the Company My Husband Works For right now. I hate them because my partner, my lover, my best friend, the father of my daughter, my co-parent, my rock, my hero, my confidante have all been held hostage by this company for over six months. almost two weeks ago, they were supposed to be returned to me but then it got pushed back a week. Then a few more days. Then word came down that the 21st was a firm date. They would be coming home on the 21st. Be at the airport at 2pm. YAY!

Then at 1 am word came down that the flight has been canceled. Why? Because the company can’t be bothered (well, honestly just can’t afford) to keep their antique planes in repair. And so we waited another day, this time a day with no word from the hostages. They said they would simply call me when they arrived in the country but I’ve gotten no word. I miss them so much. I’ve missed them more than I’ve ever missed anyone in my life. I feel as though every day without them is another sliver chipped away from my sanity.

My daughter and I are basketcases. We yell at each other for minor infractions. She collapses dramatically over every small thing. I want to throw her through a wall for every small thing. We are barely hanging on by a thread and the Company My Husband Works For had the NERVE to call this the Year Of the “Company My Husband Works For” Family.

What the fuck? Let me tell you what would a year of the family. Call a cease fire to overseas negotiations for a year and bring fathers and husbands, wives and mothers, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters home. A year WITH your family would really be something. Or if you can’t do that, let’s actually help out the family. Let’s give them more money – oh, can’t do that. The dollar isn’t doing well so we are actually going to have to take money away from you. Well what about now that the dollars doing better? Well, actually, that means that it now buys more here in your foreign country so we are going to give you less. What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Oh well, maybe we can give you greater benefits. Okay. Plan number 1? Take away your education assistance. WTF? Plan number 2, decrease functionality of your post office. WTF? Plan number 3, remove all but the most basic of medical services off base so you can tell a foreign doctor who doesn’t speak your language very well about your most sensitive and personal of problems and have them give you a handful of pills that are illegal in your country, you will get in trouble if you are piss tested after taking them and are the exactly WRONG thing to give someone with your symptoms. WTF? Plan number 4, work your spouse 12 hours a day. WTF? Plan number 5, quit answering the phone. WTF? Plan number 6, create illegal curfews for EVERYONE, 18 and on up. If you are a member of the Company My Husband Works For, you WILL be at you house by midnight and if you are not, you had better have taken leave. “But wait,” you say, “what if I’m hanging out at a buddy’s and just feel like crashing there?” Too bad. Why? Because the Company My Husband Works For likes to fuck you over in the ass. That’s why. Because it’s so full of bureaucratic shit that it can’t help itself.

So I am pissed. I’ve been patient and polite and have gone along with everything they’ve demanded of me and GODDAMMIT I want them back. I really really really need him home with me.