I believe in the brave deployment face.
Smiles. Grin and bare it. Just keep plugging.
It’s not so bad, I tell people.
And then I attend a wedding.
I really love weddings.
Except when I attend them alone, my husband deployed underwater like he invariably is.
People don’t know what to do with me at weddings.
I get a lot of looks of pity, especially if my children are with me. When the unavoidable couples dance comes up, I get foisted off onto some table of widowed grandmothers, who pat my hand and tell me it’s all right.