My Escape | The Reason I Started a Blog & a Twitter

I read once that,”Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light” (Helen Keller). I believe that whole heartedly.

For most of us “Milsos”, that’s exactly what deployment is – walking in the dark. I can’t tell you much about my husbands deployment because… I don’t know anything. I’m in the dark. When something happens, I’m in the dark.

I don’t know about all of you, but it eases my mind to know that I’m not alone in the dark. There are many, many men and women who are there with me – supporting their significant other from miles away trying their best to keep it together. It helps me to know that community is still strong in this country, even if it is through social media.

Life has changed and here’s where we are now… Social Media brings a lot of people together with similar and different stories. Strangers can be sisters. Community can be family.

I started Military SO Called Life to vent and explore myself through writing while my husband works his tail off in another country. First and foremost, this blog is my escape. I don’t expect you all to love it, I don’t expect you all to understand it. It’s for me and my experience.

THE Proposal

Everyone loves a good Proposal story. I personally love ours. 🙂

So, you’ve read our love story – you know that we had to go through a lot in order to get together, as I had a long-term boyfriend at the time.

Anyways, it was the night before Valentines Day and we wanted to go out for dinner to “beat the Valentines Day rush” so we are on our way and he tells me he has a Valentines day gift for me. He says it’s important to him that he do it in a specific way and I’m in my own little bubble, like hey whaaateverr.

We pull into a park and it’s pitch-black dark by then. He’s parks the truck and asks me to get out. I argued with him about it because it was February and it was COLD! There was the ever so slight dusting of snow on the ground…

He demands that I get out the truck, otherwise I’m going to ruin the Valentines day gift. I still have no idea that he’s going to propose.

We walk down this running trail… and he stops me and he says, “Remember when you were confused about who you wanted to be with and you told me to leave you alone to let you figure things out?” (I’m thinking.. wow, what a Valentines Gift.. remind me of how much I hurt everyone!)

I say yes, and he says “Well, I was on a run when I got your message… and I was standing right where you are now.”

By now, I’m starting to get the hint that something was up.

He says, “Now take 7 steps forward..” and I did.

He says, “And this is where I was standing when I decided I would do anything to be with you..” (How adorable, right?)

He grabbed my hand and he said “It took me 7 steps without you to realize I could never live 1 more without you.” Then he got down on one knee and asked me if I would marry him.

He said a lot of nice stuff when he was down on his knee, but I don’t really remember any of it because I was like omg- knee- ring- marriage- PROPOSAL! WHAT! I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around him.. It took about 5 minutes of me crying before he asked again if that was a ‘yes’! It was.

🙂

Xox.

Our Little Love Story

It makes sense that my first blog post would be a past-tense look into my relationship. And, let’s be honest… who doesn’t like talking about how they met the love of their life?

To understand my relationship, you have to understand that I am a very passionate person. I have made life-changing decisions based on who I was dating at the time and I’m not proud of that but I believe that every decision that I made led me to my husband.

I moved across the country for my (ex) boyfriend’s benefit. He was completing his Masters Degree at the time and then it was off to Medical School. Since we had been together for almost five years, and my career was based around Photography – and easily uprooted, I obliged.

I wasn’t unhappy with my ex. In fact, we had a perfectly normal relationship. Five years. He was a great guy, sensitive, 6’5”, doctor-to-be, came from a wealthy family — basically every Mother’s dream for their daughter. Something was always missing with us, though. Not sure if it was because he came from such a wealthy family and I didn’t, therefore I always felt like we were from different worlds, or if it was his lack of romance? I really couldn’t tell you. It was something I couldn’t explain.

Well, I couldn’t explain it… until the day I met my husband.

I started a new job and 3-4 months in, this man walked up to my desk to introduce himself and offer a friendly hello. He didn’t work for the same company but he managed the company next door that we worked closely with.

To say I felt sparks would be embarrassing and incriminating – but it’s true. It was like our eyes met and something clicked inside both of us. Now, remember – I had a serious long term boyfriend. He had a girlfriend, too. So, this was nothing but a friendly encounter.

He walked away and about fifteen minutes later came back – put his business card on my desk and said, “Look, I’ve never done this before but I am leaving on vacation tomorrow and I would kick myself in the ass every day that I’m gone if I didn’t give you my number.” I was embarrassed, blushing.. All I could muster up was a “Thank you.” (I’m so smooth.)

He turned to walk away and turned around again and said “Wait, before I go, I just have to know. Do you have a boyfriend?” and I couldn’t say yes but I couldn’t lie to him either. So I said “maybe?” and I’ll never forget the smile that came across his face and he just said… “Ok. I’ll take that.” and walked away…

Little did we know that our lives were changed forever.

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Fast forward months of confusion, drama, break-ups and relocations… It was a very dark and confusing and also a very eye-opening experience for me, those months. I didn’t know what to do, I had these crazy feelings that I couldn’t explain for a guy I had never hung out with. But I had a boyfriend who I stood by for five years that deserved to know what was going on inside my head. It took months of on-and-off again discussions with my ex before I realized what I felt for my husband was sincere and wasn’t going to change.

It took him two months after we finally started dating to propose. Two months! I had dated my ex for five years and we never even considered marriage. Two months with this man and I knew I could never live a day without him.

Sappy, right?

Xox.