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An Exciting Announcement!

January 19, 2013

Happy New Year everyone! I hope 2013 has started off well for each of you who continue to find my blog and leave your comments of support.


I have a SUPER exciting announcement over at my new blog, 15th & Madison. Check it out!


2012 in review

December 31, 2012

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 26,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 6 Film Festivals

Click here to see the complete report.

How It Feels

December 20, 2012

It’s been almost 21 months since our divorce was finalized.

Twenty one months.

I started this blog to document my journey on navigating the world of becoming an Army girlfriend, turned brief fiance, and ultimate military spouse. Flash forward to now, and I’m still picking up the pieces from the disaster that was my marriage.

I’ve decided to open up on this blog, my old blog, and share just how it feels to be “post military wife life” for those who find themselves in the same shoes. Though I notice most of my traffic comes from military girlfriends just starting out on this crazy ride, a lot can be learned from my experience through all stages of this life and more importantly, it’s imperative to me that other women know they aren’t alone when faced with a tough decision like the one I had to make.

I don’t remember what all I shared on “This Army Life” about the reasons for the demise of my marriage to M. It was hard. It was tough. It was emotional. It wasn’t easy. It remains the most difficult decision I have ever made and probably will be for the rest of my life.

It’s not “acceptable” to walk away from a wounded warrior. Sure, wedding vows are meant to be ’til death do you part before God, but when you marry someone in the military, there are a whole lot of other “secret” ones nobody tells you about. Like the one about when they come back from war mentally changed, violent, and abusive…you’re supposed to stick it out. You’re supposed to support them no matter what. It doesn’t matter if you fear your life, if you worry what’s around the corner, if you walk on eggshells around your own husband…waiting for the bomb to explode again. You’re never supposed to leave your warrior. You never leave a comrade behind. Right? Isn’t that the mantra? Your spouse is your ultimate comrade. Well, I failed at that hidden rule & it plays with my mind even almost two years later.

For whatever reason, the past couple months have been really difficult for me in regards to my divorce. I’ve had a lot of transition this year. I heard from him for the first time since March 30th, 2011. I moved back to DC, where I was when we were dating, engaged, and newly married. I moved into a two bedroom apartment, like the one I lived in with him in TX when we were married. It just brought back a flood of memories, coupled with the holidays…it’s been tough. I wonder at times if I gave it enough. If I tried enough. If I fought hard enough. If I should have left. If I should have stayed. What would have happened if I didn’t leave. What would have happened if I fought harder. Then, I remember the reasons why I left. I look back at old e-mails and recount all of the fear I had of this man I loved, still, with all of my being. I fought for his mental health. I fought for answers. I fought for someone, anyone, to pay attention to the fact he wasn’t well. That the man in my house, that I slept next to every single night, wasn’t the man I married. I knew all along, I knew in my heart it was PTSD, yet he didn’t get an official diagnosis until after we had separated. It took over a year for the Army to diagnose him from the time he returned from Iraq. Over one year.

There are so many things I could share about my experience as a divorced military spouse. For one, because I actually left and divorced my husband, I’m in a category that is very “vacant.” Going from being in such a tight knit, loving, “we totally get you” community, to “we’re so sorry that happened to you, but you’re not one of us anymore” is more than difficult. It’s like transitioning from military life to civilian life. Even though I wasn’t in the military community but for a couple years (during our dating, engagement, and marriage), it’s been one of the hardest things and one of the things I long to have again. I have to be honest though, I still keep in touch with some of the wives I knew @ Hood and the military family I made has continued to keep me in their circles and as part of the family as I still can be. Still, I know it’s not the same. I know it’s the unspoken “thing” in the room. The fact of the matter is, I’m not a milspouse anymore but the hardest part of that, is it really wasn’t by choice. I’d give anything to be still married to the man I loved, PTSD or no PTSD, as long as I was safe and able to trust him. There were no guarantees. You don’t get them in this life. You aren’t guaranteed your spouse will survive deployment. You aren’t guaranteed they will come back without missing limbs. You aren’t guaranteed they will come back mentally stable. You aren’t guaranteed your marriage will even survive. One thing you are guaranteed, is once they go to war, they will never be the same again. Ever.

Another part that makes all of this so complex and hard to digest, is knowing the man he became wasn’t by choice. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his plan. I know he loved me. I know he didn’t want to hurt me. All he did was step forward, answer a call to serve, protect, and defend his country, and came home a very changed man because of what he saw and did. He put on a uniform, took an oath, and his life forever changed. He lost his marriage too and I know he felt just as helpless, like his mind and body were out of his own control. In a way, they were. Try convincing your family about this. Despite all of the chatter of the legitimacy behind PTSD, people want to believe it’s just someone “acting crazy,” “being abusive,” or being “undeserving” of your devotion, love, and affection. I’m not going to lie, I fell for some of these feelings at moments also. Instead of reminding myself it was the PTSD talking, I told myself my husband was crazy. He was an asshole. He was violent. He was abusive. He was a bad man. That he was one of the just plain abusive guys that are in this world. That makes me sad. At times I was his own worst enemy even though we were on the same team. It was hard to be the strong one when you were being beaten down yourself, by the person who was supposed to love and protect you the most.

The PTSD isn’t just something that the guys carry. It can become a burden you bear as a spouse as well. There is some talk out there about secondary PTSD, but I don’t think it’s given near the attention or understanding it deserves. I’ve never really admitted it before, but I feel strongly I possess some of the symptoms. It was mentioned by several of my therapists over the past few years, but I don’t recall if I was ever officially diagnosed. I can’t watch “Call of Duty” commercials without having nightmares. Loud, unexpected noises ALWAYS make me jump. I have had panic attacks when the heat becomes too much and there are too many large crowds of people around. I went through a solid period of time where I’d have “combat dreams.” I’d be overseas in the desert, fighting for my life, firing my weapon, and bad guys would pop out from around corners, out from bunkers, and from out of buildings. Watching war movies most certainly gives me nightmares. As I type this, I’m watching Hurt Locker and will probably pay the price later. There are times I even have dreams about still being married to my husband. If I think about him, if I think about our marriage right before I lay my head down at night, I have dreams. I wake up and wish they were real. Last night, I had the “happy family” dream. We were married, with a family, and happy. We were whole again. It breaks my heart. It’s dreams like that where I wake up and think for a brief second, they’re real. I believe it could happen again. Then I realize, it’s not real. It can’t happen again. It won’t happen again. If only it would. Maybe it would make it all okay. It would take away the pain I feel and the sorrow I have over all of the hopes and dreams that were lost. We’d start again where we left off and have the marriage we intended to have. We’d have the family we wanted so badly. The one we started but was taken away.

I’ve done some dating. It’s not that I’ve spent my time since my divorce in solitary confinement. I rekindled a romance with an old flame I was certain was going to last. I dated a Marine briefly, which was just good for my soul. Everything felt fine. I very rarely thought of my ex husband, my divorce, and all that came with it. It was there, but I had plenty of distractions. In a time I feel I should be most healed, I feel like I’m back to near square one. Maybe not square one, but from 90% okay with it all back to just half okay. It just goes to show, in my opinion, it can come back to “haunt” you at any time. I wrote a post on my other blog, “15th & Madison” a few weeks ago about my feelings on divorce and how I feel it’s something you never truly get over. It’s something that never truly leaves you. Add the military factor, the PTSD factor, and it’s a devastating combination. It’s not that I’ll never be able to move on. It’s not that I’ll never be able to let go. It’s not that I’ll never love again. It’s just that it seems it’s going to take much longer than I anticipated. Maybe it truly takes some time alone but also time with someone new to make the memories fade. Truthfully, there are times though when I feel I never will love again. Times I feel I will never re-marry. Times where I feel like I had my one chance and lost it. I remind myself, this isn’t true. It can’t be. God has bigger and greater plans for me. Plans I cannot imagine. Plans I can’t see.

My point of this entry wasn’t to sound like a drag, but to be brutally honest on what military divorce has been like for me. My experience certainly isn’t everyone’s experience. I’m also not saying every military marriage results in divorce. I’m not saying military life isn’t worth it, because it is. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. I’m forever changed as a human being for all I experienced and continue to experience. If anything, I hope this blog entry helps other women going through a military divorce and lets them know they aren’t alone. It can feel like one of the most isolating experiences in life. You have no idea where to turn and losing your benefits, doesn’t help. Know you aren’t alone. It will be tough. It will hurt like hell, but you’ll pick up the pieces and learn to live with your new normal.

This has become my life’s purpose. My mission. I hope to someday make an impact on this little niche of the world. The wives who have been through hell and back, right along side their service member, but are forced to flee to survive. It’s a lonely place, but it doesn’t have to be.

It will get better. It has. It will continue to, despite any momentary lapses. It will get better.

Checking into Old Space

May 26, 2012

Hello to everyone out there stumbling upon “This Army Life.”

As I’ve mentioned previously, I at times forget this blog even existed, until I’m thrust into a conversation with an old friend about military life and dating a soldier and it all comes flooding back.

Much has changed since I married “M” back in December 2009 and subsequently divorced in March of 2011. One year has passed since our divorce was finalized and it’s just the strangest thing. At times, it feels as if it never happened, but then I realize just how much I’ve changed because of it. I am an entirely new person now, not even remembering who the girl was before. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. One thing is for certain, I am 1000% committed to serving this community that I love so much. Despite spending a short time as a military girlfriend and wife, something about this life struck me to my core.

It has long been a dream of mine to return to DC where this all really began. The place I lived before I started dating my now ex husband. I was alive there, felt whole, and felt at home. In just about a week, I’ll make the trip back, hopefully for good. It’s been a long time coming and I feel so blessed to finally be in a place to make that happen.

If you’re wanting to learn more about military life, deployments, etc., this blog is for you. It documented my journey from being a military girlfriend turned spouse and all of the emotions that came with the transition. Now with the new stage in my life, my “newer” blog, “Eat, Pray, Love…LIVE!” will be transitioning itself. If you’re curious on how life has been for me post military marriage, I encourage you to come on over and check it out.

I am thankful to all of you who continue to comment and visit this blog, even though I no longer write in it anymore. My thoughts and prayers are with each of you, whether you are a girlfriend or boyfriend, mom or dad, husband or wife. You are not alone. May this blog be just a portion of the comfort you receive.

It’s Been A While…

February 29, 2012

Wow. I almost forgot this blog even existed. Without the occasional notification someone left a comment or is now following, I would forget.

I hope those of you stumbling upon this blog have also found my new blog located at While my focus is no longer to solely blog about life as an Army wife, I do blog still about how my life has changed since “leaving” the military family. I still struggle at times with losing my marriage, my husband, and all that I endured during our marriage. I miss the camaraderie, life on/near post, and the immense pride I had in my soldier. Life was different then and it’s certainly different now.

I am approaching almost a year since our divorce was finalized but it seems like it was so long ago. Odd how that happens. We have not spoken since the day our divorce was over with. I have no clue where he is, what he is up to, or if he is well. I presume he is and really, it’s not something I feel the need to know.

I have moved on with my life and am making plans of returning to the home in my heart, DC. I was there prior to getting married and have always dreamed of going back. My new renewed purpose is to fight for and work for our nations wounded warriors. I feel that with all I endured in such a short period of time as a military spouse, I need to use those experiences to help others. Please pray for the doors to open in DC and for a position working with our warriors to present itself. This is a dream come true.

I hope those who are reading this blog have found it comforting and educational. Please feel free to continue to leave comments, follow, and share. In addition, you can follow my military support Twitter account at


Operation: Sunblock! ~ Please help our troops!

June 23, 2011
My real life friend Kristen @ Learning How to Hope is a Mary Kay consultant on a mission!
Her team found out our troops are in desperate need of sunblock to protect their skin from the harmful rays in Iraq & Afghanistan. So, they have gotten together to enact “Operation: Sunblock!” The are trying to send AT LEAST 100 hugs from home by July 5th.
For a $20 donation, you will be able to sponsor a package that includes Mary Kay Sunscreen & Lip Balm. For $35, you’ll send sunscreen, lip balm, a phone card, beef jerky, soap, and candies. Since each box is personal, you have the option of including a hand written card or the consultants will hand write a message for you.
This program is being operated through Soldier’s Angels.
Anyone who sponsors a package will be notified by e-mail when packages have been sent and when they have been received. You can pay via a credit card online or by check.
To sponsor a package, please send an e-mail to Kristen directly at KristenLouree(at)gmail(dot)com
and let her you I sent you over.
Thanks everyone!

Leaving “The Life”

March 27, 2011

I know I’m not very good at updating this blog because my new life is over at “Eat, Pray, Love…Live!” My last post here was almost a month ago, letting you guys know we were working on healing the wounds in our marriage. Truth be told, we had been doing so since shortly after the holidays passed. I just didn’t think to post that here and was keeping much of it private.

I can say for certain, our divorce will be finalized Wednesday, March 30th. That’s in 3 days. 6 months from when we originally filed.

It’s 2:30am and I’m not feeling up to explaining why we’ve come to this decision, but there has just been too much hurt to move forward. The Michael I knew and loved never came back from Iraq and for me, this new reality is too much to bear.

If you’re interested in keeping up with my daily life and how I’m choosing to cope with life outside of the military family, hop over to In the coming weeks I’ll post a few things here and there pertaining to military life on this blog. I still feel called to help this community and love the responses I continue to get from people stumbling on this blog.

Hugs to all of you 🙂