Truth Be Told: A Mini Series

Okay people, it's time to get real here.

One thing I hear a lot from bloggers is that you should be completely honest on your blog in order for people to relate to you more. That instead of just sharing all the great things that happen in your life, you should share those shitty things, as well.

So here we go, "Truth Be Told" will be a mini series where I will share some of my "worst" moments, maybe once every other week. (I can't be too negative, right?)

And to start it all out, here's my truth be told: I wasn't a supportive girlfriend.

When Dillon first told me that the Air Force Academy had reached out to him about going there to play baseball, I honestly thought it would never happen. Although it was always his dream to play baseball in college, it had never been a thought in his mind to be in the military. He took the time to think about it and decided against it. As much as he wanted to play baseball, the bottom line was that he did not want to be in the military. But then came the pressure. The pressure from the coach to come out just to have a tour, the pressure from his family to "live up to his potential," the pressure from himself to "ensure a better future for us." So he went on the tour, and decided that he would go to the Academy that coming Fall semester.

I was hurt. I was confused. He had always talked to me about coming to UofA, and although I was the one that kept telling him to keep his options open, that he didn't have to go there just because I did, it was what I was expecting because that's all he would ever say. And he also said he would never play baseball somewhere that it would snow........interesting. ;)

Even though I should have never felt this way, and I should have never made him feel this way, I felt as if he chose baseball over me. Despite his insistence that he was doing it so that we could have a better future, I couldn't see that far ahead, all I could see was the "here and now" and that was that he was leaving me.

From the time he decided to go to the Academy and all through the first year of him being there, I wasn't supportive. It wasn't that I didn't want to be, I honestly just didn't understand his decision. I didn't want to talk about the Academy, and if it was brought up I would get quiet. I literally cried when he got his hair cut (pathetic, I know, but it was just one more reminder of where he was going and that it was somewhere I couldn't follow). Truthfully, we almost didn't make it through that year. I was slightly depressed that whole year and it definitely took its toll on our relationship. We would fight a lot or constantly be in a bad mood.

It wasn't until I joined the USAFA Girlfriend's facebook page that I started to warm up to the idea and become more supportive of Dillon's decision. Well at first it was hard because they were all so proud of their boyfriends and they all seemed so supportive, so it just made me feel like shit. In my defense, most of them would say things like "It has always been my boyfriend's dream to go to the Academy/be a pilot/be in the Air Force" etc.  So it was rough because I felt like I was the only one whose boyfriend went solely for sports. But then they had a "big sister/little sister" program and my "big" was absolutely amazing. I really believe that it is only through my relationship with her and a few of the other girlfriends that I was finally able to wake up and realize that I had to be more supportive of my man.

I still might not fully understand why he made the decision to go to the Academy (and sometimes I don't think he does either!) but I definitely think I have become more supportive, and I really hope he agrees. The Academy has brought some amazing opportunities for both him and us. We probably wouldn't have been able to go to Canada for a whole week if it weren't for the Academy, Dillon probably wouldn't have been able to go to Germany for three weeks this summer, and we probably wouldn't have the opportunity to live in other states (and hopefully countries!) if it weren't for the Academy.

We all have faults, and this was a major one of mine that almost took me away from the love of my life. If there does happen to be a girlfriend reading this that feels/felt the same way I would love for you to email me! It is okay to not understand and to feel sad and hurt, but I have learned that it is not okay to not be supportive of the people you love.
And for Dillon, I love you and I support you in everything you do at the Academy and beyond. As long as we get to live abroad...;)

That Time I (Didn't Root For The Home Team)

I have been seriously slacking in the blogging department.

So I sincerely apologize.

However, if you read my last blog post, then you'll know it's because I just spent the last four days in Colorado with Dillon! That's a pretty darn good reason.

So in order to combine telling you a little bit about what we did and my That Time I weekly post, I'm going to tell you about the time I didn't root for the home team.

Clever? I don't know - I'm really tired. Our flight was at 6:15 this morning and I only got like four hours of sleep. Plus we almost missed our flight. Too much stress for that early in the morning. 

Anyways.

We did some fun stuff the last four days! One of the best was going to the Diamondbacks vs. Rockies game Monday night.

I was not incredibly excited because as we were driving up to Denver it was raining and freezing. And the stadium is not a closed one. And I do not do well with cold. At all.

But we got there and it had stopped raining, and even though it was still pretty cold, being this close to the field was just really exciting.

Dillon has brought me to a couple Diamondbacks games before but now that I understand baseball a lot more I was definitely more into it.

Once the people around us realized we were Diamondbacks fans and not Rockies fans, the shit talk started. Okay, not really, but this girl behind us realized it and said jokingly that she would give us crap.

And then Dillon said "All I'll say is look at the score."

We were winning. And stayed winning. The entire game.

Our pitcher was amazing.

It was a sweet, sweet win.

And it was just a lot of fun talking with my sister and Dillon.

We had an amazing time!

Oh, and at the beginning of the game I asked only one thing of Dillon.

Catch me a ball.

And then he did. 

Am I using too many italics? Probably.

So he didn't technically catch it. It hit the area between the two levels, bounced off and hit the guy's head who was sitting next to us, and then Dillon got it. Still counts, right?

I jokingly said to Dillon, should we give that guy the ball since it hit his head? And the guy heard me and was like no, gosh no. And then when I was taking this picture, the guy was like hey I can sign it for you! Hahaha, it was great.

But you know, what would I actually do with the baseball? So Dillon gave it to the three little boys who were sitting in front of us. They were so happy! It was adorable.

So there you have it! That Time I Didn't Root for the Home Team and totally kicked butt.

Don't forget to check out the lovely Alex's That Time I post, along with Hayley's!

Also, today Heavens to Meighan is hosting a "That One Time" link up!

USAFA Baseball: Las Vegas

Have you missed me?? Just kidding. But really. This week has been crazy. I have a chemistry exam tonight, and studying for it has taken over my life. That, plus since I'm going home again this weekend (yay boyfriend is coming home!) I have been trying to get everything done early...and have failed miserably at it. Oh well.

Last weekend I was able to drive up with Dillon's mom and brother to Las Vegas to see him play baseball! It is the first game they've had that was in reasonable driving distance from us (only a six hour drive), so we jumped at the chance. I was really grateful that his mom invited me without hesitation. It saved me a lot of $$$.

So I took off work on Friday, skipped asked my professors if it was okay for me to miss class, and we set off on our road trip at 8am. The whole weekend was kind of a tease as far as seeing the boy. It was an hour or two here and there between baseball, team activities, and curfew. But something is better than nothing, right?? (It is really hard to take that mentality though...but I cried like a baby when he had to leave to his room the first night totally dealt with it like a champ.)

Saturday night was the best because we got about six hours together. His best friend at the academy, who is also on the baseball team, actually lives in Vegas, so his parents invited us over for dinner that night. Then we drove down the strip - I am determined to go to Vegas for my 21st now!

Here are some pictures from the weekend in no particular order because ain't nobody got time for that...and I'm just lazy.

 My boyfriend likes to take pictures with his eyes closed.

 The gang.

 I'm so mad I had the wrong setting on my camera for this picture because I think it's a cool picture. Not so much? Okay.

Mom and son.

 Friday night. Three and out...is that the right term? It sounds good to me at least.

Being studious and what-not. Again...wrong setting on my camera. Darnit.

 Saturday afternoon game.

 Dillon pitching and his roommate is the catcher. 

I cannot wait to go to his games in San Diego, it's only a little over a month!

I hope you all have an amazing weekend!