Frustration

I'm frustrated. I'm almost always frustrated. I love my husband with all my heart and do my best to stay patient, but am frustrated. 

This may sound incredibly selfish, but there is so much that I miss from our early life together. We used to do so much together. Danced, golfed, rode horses, and a number of other things. But thanks to his years in the Army and crap that goes along with that, there are days when just getting out of bed is an accomplishment, much less any other fun activities. 

He's too young for this crap, and so am I.