It's funny, I've gone several different directions with this blog over the years. As a wounded warrior's wife, why I stay, after wife... Each time I changed tack I felt that I had to "hide" the previous part of the journey because it wasn't relevant. Today, I realized that it is *all* relevant. The good, … Continue reading I thought That I needed to Change…
I wasn't looking for a husband. Heck, I wasn't even looking for a boyfriend. I was looking for myself. If I was good at anything, it was good at bad relationships. So I was getting to know and like myself - knowing that this was the way to potentially have a healthy relationship in the … Continue reading Beginnings
For the purposes of my situation, an *after* wife is a spouse that marries a service member after they have been wounded in combat. More specifically, the spouse did not know the wounded warrior prior to said injuries.
My step dad passed on May 28th. He was sitting on the edge of the bed preparing to stand up to go to the rest room when he fell. My mum called rescue and they came to get him as they had many times before in the last year. They took him to the closest … Continue reading Loss and Progress
What a year! R and I each had surgery, my step father has been in and out of the ICU multiple times and is on palliative care at home now. My son got married and just got back from his honeymoon. He also injured himself at work a few months ago and has been out … Continue reading It’s been a long year…
I've been quiet, I know. But it's been a good quiet. After my last post, I had a mini mental breakdown and basically laid everything out for my husband. That I was at the point of no return in our marriage. That something had to change. That his behavior had to change... And he got … Continue reading The sound of silence…
A friend posted a link to her Facebook wall a couple of weeks ago. I read it, knowing that she had recently extricated herself from her emotionally abusive marriage to a wounded warrior. And in it, I saw quickly that I could have written at least part of it. That realization brought me up short. … Continue reading I wonder if it will ever completely stop…
