"This is bad"

Yes, this is bad.

         Or at least it could be. The time for enjoying the steady waves of Navy life has now been disrupted. A couple days ago Anthony told me that he was moving to a new room. He said it was still on base and that he would have new roommates. Yes, plural roommates. I thought ok, now they are starting to get the ball rolling with Anthony for the next phase of his journey. Until I got the text: "Ok honey. This is bad...". Here is where I start to sweat. He tells me that his new quarters are the "Navy's version of a juvenile correction facility." He would know, it wouldn't be his first time visiting one. He tells me there is a good side and bad side, and that he is on the good side because he didn't get in a fight or do anything bad. However, he is back in his grumpy mood. He is tired of being moved around so much in one year, even though that is pretty much what happens in the military. If it was possible for everything to get further up in the air, it has now reached new heights. There's still so many unknowns and Anthony is tired of always being asked about what is going on. I don't ask him often but every now and then, especially now with the new move, I'll innocently ask about it. I can't even do that with mr. cranky pants recently. I can't blame him for being this way. I'm sure my feathers would be just as ruffled if it were me.
         Ironically, another Navy mom had messaged me about her son having a similar situation as Anthony, before my sailor was moved. Her son had been moved to the same place Anthony is now at. Unfortunately, her son is now leaving the Navy entirely and heading home. This is the new fear for Anthony. Both of our sailors were diagnosed with the same psychological condition (sounds worse than it is) and are now living in the same place. I'm not going to worry too much about it since Anthony doesn't even know what is going to happen. All I know is that whatever happens I will just take it as it comes and make the best out of it. It won't change how I feel about my sailor. I'm still going to love him even (and especially) if he comes knocking on my front door.
         The worry for my sailor on top of my rigorous school work is tearing my brain in two. It gets hard to balance everything. Sometimes school is easy and my sailor is having a tough time. Other times school is quite straining and Anthony is content. Now both are wracking my brain. It's ok though, its not the first time this volatile combination has created a lighting storm in my head. I can't afford to over think things these days. I think I've been doing well so far keeping the peace at home and in SC. And thank God it is never as bad as it could be. I could be scraping by with living expenses and car insurance, but I'm not. I live in the "comfort" of my parents home, bills payed for by my parents, groceries and all. However I pay for my college out of my own pocket. If I worked full time I would probably be in my own place living easy, waiting to move down with Anthony. However, I want to finish school while I'm still getting a partial scholarship. Smart decision...right? Time will tell for all things. 

See how off track I just got? The stress is starting to show.