Deployment Struggles Continued... It's fucking hard to be a good wife when you dread talking to your husband. Adam's jealousy and possessiveness became amplified by increasing paranoia and the stress of war, and more and more often, our conversations covered... Continue Reading →
Deployment Struggles People are fond of saying absence makes the heart grow fonder, but during Adam’s deployment, I felt more suffocated by our relationship than ever. As his deployment wore on, Adam became increasingly possessive. Most civilians picture this time... Continue Reading →
Preface: This was my winning entry in the 2018 Kelly Jo Feinberg Memorial Essay Contest. It was chosen for its honesty, depth, and voice. I was so happy when one of my favorite teachers, Dr. Beth Connors-Manke, was the one... Continue Reading →
Married Life Although Adam and I were married in late December, we couldn’t get a place until mid-February, as we had to wait for the Basic Allowance for Housing to kick in. Once it did, we chose a nice, overly-priced... Continue Reading →
Wedding Day I signed my life away on a cold, drizzly December morning, standing over an oak desk inside an oatmeal-colored, mid-70’s, government building. The walls were beige, the low ceiling covered in large white acoustic tiles stained with mysterious... Continue Reading →
There aren’t a whole lot of ways I know how to handle my depression, other than how I already am. Medication, therapy, diet and exercise—and about one day a month where I just get overwhelmed with the thought of even thinking about life and hide in my room for 36 hours, emerging only to pee, or feed the pets.
My problem isn’t that I overeat. It isn’t that I mindlessly binge or don’t work out enough (although I could be a little more active). My problem is that I see eating as some kind of moral failing. “Food... Continue Reading →
The Killer Beast tears the prey from the safety of its den… It puts up a fight, but—in the end—it is no match for its opponent. A final death shake snaps the neck of his prey…... Continue Reading →
Welcome Home It must be hard being in love with someone and knowing that they’re only kinda in love with you. That half of them will never forget about that Someone Else. I never told Adam I was in love... Continue Reading →
