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Why Military Life is Such a Challenge

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The life of a military wife can be extremely difficult to describe, especially to the 99% of Americans who aren’t living it. It is lonely, stressful, and often unpredictable. We live in an altered reality, are married to a different breed of spouse and we face challenges that most cannot begin to imagine.

Moreover, in all honesty if our soldier is part of a Guard or Reserve unit, the reality is even starker.

I have frequently been asked by both new military spouses and curious civilians what it’s like.

Here is my short answer:

  • We live a lonely and solitary life when our soldiers are deployed.
  • We are a bit apart; our lifestyle is not like other families.
  • Though there is a modicum of empathy, very few truly understand unless they have experienced it.
  • When our soldier is part of a Guard or Reserve unit, there is no military community to offer support.
  • We endure long periods of separation and the strain that puts on our marriages.
  • We are single parents for months at a time, trying to juggle responsibilities alone.
  • If there are children, we often need to be in several places at once, and that is not always possible.
  • We shoulder an incredible amount of guilt, because we can’t be all things to all people; events are missed, commitments slide and things fall through the cracks.
  • Many of us must face financial hardships, because frequently the military pay is less than the civilian job that is left behind.
  • The threat of deployment is always in the back of our minds. Will he have to go again, when and for how long?
  • When our soldier is gone, there remains an underlying fear for his safety; no base in the war zone is completely secure.
  • We are at the mercy of the decisions of our government and have very little control.
  • We know that we are just one crisis away from losing the tenuous hold we have on our sanity.
  • We hide that fear from our children and our soldier, because they need assurance, not doubt.
  • We must maintain and nurture a marriage under strain from thousands of mile away.
  • We must subsist on infrequent phone calls and if we’re lucky email and possibly Skype, (though internet is spotty and often unreliable.)
  • We are glad when our spouse only has to go away for a month or two, thinking it’s no big deal (how bizarre is that?)
  • We mourn the loss of physical contact and go to bed alone every night.
  • There are those in our country who denigrate and disrespect what our soldiers are doing.
  • The vast majority have apathy and a general lack of interest in our difficulties. There may be compassion, but very few tangible offers of assistance.

Perhaps the most baffling part, the hardest to explain, is that we usually do this willingly. There is no military draft, we volunteer for this life. We support our soldier’s need to serve and protect, and help those who cannot help themselves. We are compelled by a sense of responsibility, a compulsion to stand up for what we believe in.

As a military spouse, we must question if the choice is worth the sacrifice…and usually the answer is yes.

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What Do You Do When There Are Only Two?

English: lonely, unhappiness sp: tristeza, des...

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It sounds like something out of a horror novel doesn’t it… But no, it’s trying to figure out how to adjust to the down-sizing of your family. In actuality the family is up-sizing in certain ways, we accumulate spouses, girlfriends/boyfriends and grandchildren, but yet the house gets quieter and quieter.

Our third child has gone back to college for the semester and Anthony is away on military duty for two months, and now there are only two. Elijah, my youngest, and I sometimes just look at each other and ask, “What do you wanna do now?”

Evenings are quiet, weekends the house feels like a tomb, but dinnertime is the worst. For a family that has always made it a priority to eat dinner together, the empty chairs are a sad reminder.

For Elijah, I think there is occasional boredom and missing the spontaneous visits to his sister’s room to chat or annoy her (pretty much the same thing.) There is also the fact that he is the only one left in “mom’s crosshairs” now!

For me, it is always lonely when the children leave. I have said goodbye to two that are out on their own now, living their own lives, and the third has one foot out the door. Now there is only one and I know that my time with him is limited.

It is even more difficult when Anthony is gone. There is the loneliness of the empty side of the bed, but even more, there is a knowing, that someday I may be alone. And for a woman who has centered her life around her family, that is a very sobering thought indeed.

 

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Rude Reminders Cause a Momentary Pause

In the normal course of life, folding clothes is certainly no cause for upset.  In fact the only emotion usually experienced is annoyance that we have so many clothes and that laundry is a losing battle that never ends…but when you’re spouse is gone for months at a time, it’s these little every day occurrences that bring you back.

Anthony has been gone a week already and we are adjusting well, if being crazy busy and not being able to sleep at night can be considered well, (which in a military family it is.) But there are moments when a harsh reminder intrudes on our hard-won sanity. A small thing really, just folding the clothes can cause a momentary pause.

I happened to have washed and folded the last of my husband’s shirts and started to put them away. For a moment I stopped, frozen. I suddenly had the realization that there would be no more clothes of his to wash for another two months. I paused, I took a shaky breath, released a wistful sigh and though I did manage to hold back the tears (I’m getting better at this as the years go by,) I allowed the sadness to wash over me.

Then, as I turned around, my alternate personality emerged – just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I have two personalities…Loving Military Wife and Brazen Woman. I realized, yeah, no more stinky socks and starched uniforms. Woohoo! My laundry just got cut in half. A victory dance and whoop of cheer soon followed, then I called my husband to inform him I was borrowing some of his closet space, since he won’t be needing it for a while….

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