My Husband

When I imagined getting married I thought everything would be great. My husband would have a regular low-key job like me, we would stay in one area, and we would be with family. The marriage would not be perfect (because no marriage is) but we would have each other. In the end know I would know that my significant other is relatively safe in his boring job, and knowing he would be there every night was all I wanted. However, a spouse that came home every night is not what I got. I got married to a military man, and although I am not too shocked at how our life is, it is very different from what I wanted. I remember seeing television shows about military wives, and all those commercials about veterans. I also remember watching the news, and barley paying any attention to the status of what was going on in Iraq. There was always heartbreaking stories of those who had soldiers oversea, how some would appear on talk shows crying and carrying on about how much they missed their loved one. I was unaffected; it was not as though I did not care about how much these families felt. It was only that situation was not happening to me. I did not have a son or brother or sister or wife in Iraq so it was meaningless commiseration. I would tear up from time to time, think of these sad …show more content…
I was never fond of moving as a child. My mother liked to move houses a lot and the moving process is always excruciating. Packing, cleaning, and lifting heavy things became the bane of my existence. But in the military if you are moving post to post movers will come to pack your things to move it for you. It is the biggest relief to not have to spend weeks packing up boxes and furniture to move onto a truck. Stress free moving is about the only thing I like about being in the army. I do not know were I belong any more though. With family scattered to the wind and relocating with my husband lot I find it is hard to have a true blue place to call