A Military Spouse Abuse Story
I previously dropped this story in note form on a 78 long Twitter thread. It was summarized for the audience. I have added to it to offer the reader a more clear look into my experience.
Ok, I’m going to take a breath and tell a story. It’s not pretty. Many will judge me for it but it’s my story and I think it needs to be told. In 1999 I married a professional pilot who had joined the marines as a commissioned officer to be an F18 pilot as a way to get the flight hours to fly commercial.
We believed there was no chance he’d ever see combat, ever drop a live bomb, ever be in the position to have to kill anybody. We were wrong. I was told he’d serve 3 years and be out with what he needed to go commercial. I was lied to. By him.
He knew that I was against war and while I respected those that served I in no way supported the military complex. My brother had already enlisted as a Navy Medical Corpsman and it pressed hard on my heart. Day one I told him I wasn’t going to date a Marine. He told me it was a temporary thing meant to separate him from the control of a wealthy and political family. He wanted to pay for his own flight hours so as to gain autonomy from them. He lied.
Hours after the picture above was taken as we were on our way to the hotel I saw an instant change in…
