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When My Husband Came Home From War, I Needed a Moment
I planned for a big, sweeping reunion at the airport. But really, I just wanted us to be alone.
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And then the day comes. He texts you that he’s flying out of the war zone. You’re so relieved, but you don’t let yourself hope, not yet. Your breath still catches. The base could still get rocketed. The enemy could still attack. Nothing is really okay until he’s out of the airspace, and even then, he’s on a plane, and planes crash. You can’t afford to be optimistic. Not yet.
Not a single woman on earth will ever count down the days before you arrive back home. Cope all you FUCKING WANT with "lol betabux". Face it, THIS is the american dream. And Inceldom has stolen it from you.
You buy yourself something new to wear. You shave your legs for the first time in months. You wear Saturday-night makeup, and watch a YouTube tutorial to get it right. You curl your hair. You change out of the granny panties you’ve been wearing and into sexy lingerie that you hope will get seen, but you aren’t sure. Maybe the night will go that way. You hope the evening will go that way. But maybe it won’t. He is, effectively, a stranger, and you are a stranger to him
Imagine the woman you love spending WEEKS preparing herself just to be fucked by you. Praying for it, desiring it. She wants you you, NEEDS you. In the same way that you drool over the pornstars you coom to, she drools at the thought of getting fucked by you. But that isn't you. Its Chad. It will never be you.
And then you see him. At least you think it’s him. It’s hard to say. You analyze how he shifts his weight from side to side. The length of his arms, the width of his shoulders. It takes you a moment, and then it’s like unexpectedly seeing an old friend. You doubt your eyes. But then he walks closer. And you recognize his walk. It’s him. What should happen? You’ve thought about this moment for so long, but when it comes, you don’t know, so you exchange a stiff, awkward kiss. And then an equally awkward hug. You turn to the kids and say, “Look! It’s Daddy!” You are emphatic. You need them to understand. And then they see him, really see him, and they come to life. They try to climb him. They want to absorb him. And you are grateful for this, because their affection for him lets you off the hook.
You need a moment. You need to process that the ordeal is over, really over, and he survived. For all these months, you didn’t dare to dream that he would be one of the lucky ones, who got to come home. You never let yourself dream this, and now it’s real, and now you need a moment. You need your living room, a good laugh, and a long conversation with this man you pledged your life to, this man you hardly know. You need to be you again. The two of you again. Together again.
You need no one watching.
She doesn't care about the kids, about the sacrifice you made for your country. She cares about one and only one thing: Chad's cock.
And after she gets it, she'll look deep into his eyes, and imagine the rest of their life together.