I left my full time job January 30th, 2015. I had imagined myself crypt walking (a dance) out of the building because I was ecstatic to be moving on. Instead, I stayed late making sure the handbook I had created for the programs I managed was complete.
My manager looked at me regretfully as she said good bye to me from her car in the front of the building. I loved her but had hated my job for a long time for several reasons. Despite that, the reason I was leaving was to join my groom of ten weeks in Fort Bragg, NC.
My mother and I traversed the Tennessee mountains to arrive at my new 1980’s duplex on February 4, 2015. My husband had laid Hershey’s in the shape of a heart with a note saying “Welcome Home” to greet me in his absence.
In Target, my mom suggested I purchase a nightie and not wear what I “normally wear” to bed now that I was married. I considered the day she headed back to Missouri the first day of the rest of my life.
Four years later we our Army existence is completely over. I look back and realize I couldn’t see what I was going through. Glad to be on the other side, I strive to tell the stories of the brides still in the midst of the trial and honor them for the things they can’t see.