I'm definitely one IRL. Twenty plus years of RL. And I don't think I'm bragging or exaggerating when I say no soldier ever climbed the ladder of success without a good soldier's wife behind him. Unfortunately, behind him is where he plans to leave me when he retires.
On the bright side, the Army also realizes this, and I get to take half of his pension with me, along with Medical Insurance for the rest of my life, and whatever else I can come up with.
I've never watched the show Army wives, I was afraid it would be too soapy for me. Excitement is rarely a weekly event. It's usually extra responsibility and boredom. Always waiting for them to come back from somewhere.
Don't misunderstand, I am standing. For my family and myself, and for the man my husband used to be before he was abducted by aliens and probed.
Screaming is easy, I live in the woods next to the National Forest. I have found writing nasty letters and burning them to be a pleasant experience. It'd probably be more pleasant to burn them in the leather seats of his truck.
