I am a RAF wife. I am someone's mummy, she is the light of our lives and she thrills us every day with her beautiful personality. I am a much loved wife, he respects and loves me endlessly. We are a unit, a team, unwavering in our commitment to each other. He is based 200 miles away, we manage with smiles on our faces, as that's just what we do.
I work part time, I keep a happy household, including the dogs who would agree if they could. I am a fit, healthy and grounded 38 yr old woman.
I chit chat to other mums at the school gate, we laugh about kids and nod in acknowledgment of another ruined pair of tights or grazed knees. I join our online community but more to see who is bitching about who and, yes, it's always the same names bothering to post or ask stupid questions. I've tried all our social groups, the same young girls with babies rule the roost.
I am a RAF wife. I have lived here 2.5 years, I have no friends. No one to share my feelings about husbands upcoming deployment. No one to pop round to say hi. No one who would notice if my bins weren't put out. No one who would notice if I didn't feel to great today.
I want a friend. Someone to look me in the eye and know I have their back and vice versa. I want a text message from someone who saw the latest episode of Blacklist and wants to gossip about it. I want to be someone else's friend, someone must be feeling like me. I'm normal, I'm giving it everything I have, I'm lonely, I'm a RAF wife.