It has technically been three months since we entered the world of civilians. Let’s just say, it’s a huge adjustment, however tells you differently is full of horse poop!! Or moose poop!! Yeah.. No one really cares that your husband and you have been apart for almost a year before moving up to this glorious gigantic state, in the middle of no where. They don’t care that four months is the LONGEST you’ve been together in THREE years! (Can you believe that? I’m not pulling your leg, it’s true ya’ll!) They don’t care that your whole world was wrapped up in what the Marine Corps said and that was that. They don’t care that life has drastically changed, period. They don’t care that you’ve spent hours chewing off your fingernails, and wondering what happens next.
You say, “Oh no, we aren’t active duty anymore. My husband was in the Marine Corps.” They respond with, “Oh, he was a solider.” In the back of your mind you are rolling your eye balls over and over thinking, “No, honey. He was a Marine, there is a HUGE difference!” After being around the Army for the last few months, lets just say, I miss the Marine Corps. Oorah all day, everyday!
I have driven up to the front gate with a smile plastered on my face and have to force being polite. In reality, I am cringing at the lack of discipline. I just can’t look them in the eye, or even take them seriously. I am thinking, “Please shave your face. Please cut your hair. Please loose 30 pounds. Please TIE YOUR BOOTS PROPERLY!” I guess it’s like every Marine I have ever been around says, “The Marine Corps is a fierce, fighting breed of human beings.” It’s true. Have I mentioned how I miss it? There is nothing like the wifehood of the Marine Corps. Some of my best friends still to this day are Marine wives.
Anyways, the entrance into the civilian world is tough. There isn’t any doubt about it. People expect you to have it all figured out. I really don’t think anyone does. The struggle is real. The patriotism as a community is gone. Yesterday, I spent two hours trying to figure out our insurance plan, and all of that niceness. They don’t remind you at TRS (Transition Readiness Seminar) to check and see how much of your deductible needs to be paid before certain procedures are covered. You know, the fun stuff, right? One thing that kind of blew me away was the whole tax thing. I knew that taxes in the civilian world are vastly different, but seeing that first paycheck really put it into perspective. Transition, transition, transition!
I know this isn’t a huge and drawn out post like it normally is, but I have had it sitting in my draft folder for weeks, and thought it was about time to get it posted!
From one wife to another,