Yawning, more than ready to go to bed, and the clock reminds me that, as of this moment, you are no longer my dependent.
I loved having you as such for almost 23 years.
I love you!
And then there were three…
Which is, aside from genuinely sweet, deeply depressing, for it reminds me -- as if I needed the reminder -- that my last dependent military I.D. expired yesterday, thus severing me from an entire sphere of the world that has heretofor been my home. No longer can I freely move between military and civilian life, nor shall I ever again inhale the sweetness of a base exchange, except as a guest on someone else's I.D., or casually lay eyes upon a tarmac of gray-bellied beasts on my way home.
A moment of silence for my way of life, please.