Personal Log: A Long Way From Home

Posted on 05 Feb 2015 @ 4:02am by Chief Warrant Officer 2 Arthur Willis

296 words; about a 1 minute read

It's been a long time since I've seen wife. A whole year. A whole friggin year away from my wife. It doesn't feel that way sometimes, as busy as we've been. Yet, at other times it really feels so much longer. I can't remember how her hair smells after a shower. I used to love that scent. I can't remember how her hand felt in mine or any of that. We both knew this assignment would be a long one, and it would be a great notch for my career, and despite her objections, another tour with Quinn is always worth it's weight in experiance and lessons learned. So here I am, alone in my quarters, again, missing my wife and starting to take the hint of her not returning any of my messages and attempts to reach her via subspace.

So I'm promoted to a Warrant Officer rank, a dream if mine had come true. Sure, the old man congratulated me and Captain and my colleagues, but the one person that I want to hear from, to share this with, has issued me divorce papers via a damn yeoman. Really?! This is how it's going to end? All this time away was what toppled my dream? So be it. Quinn was right, it takes a special something for a member of Starfleet to stay married. It takes a miracle when both are in Starfleet. I finally get it when Markum jokes about bein married to Starfleet.

I don't want to be lonely. I don't want to be someone's regret, I don't want to live in regret. I never wanted to hurt her, I did, and still do love her. Regrettably, love isn't enough when your a long way from home for so long.

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