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Yesterday you probably got a good laugh reading about our first fight. Today I’d like to share with you our decision to get Travis discharged from the Marine Corps and the struggles we faced there after.
Up until now, I haven’t really said anything about hubby being in the Marine Corps because I was so caught up in sharing with you all the details of our romance! Today I’m going to be very frank (especially with my military peeps): I was not thrilled at all about becoming a military wife. So much so that I talked Travis into getting out as soon as his contract was up.
I was not raised in the military, nor did I know anyone who lived the military life while I was growing up. I only heard of stories from my parents of friends they had in the military “who were always cheating on each other and partying.” I also had tons of statistics that proved that the families in the military were very very unstable and I refused to be part of that. When Travis and I got married I was so afraid of getting immersed in the military culture that I wanted to live more than 30 minutes away from base. Clearly my ideas of the military were very unrealistic.
Naturally, however, since hubby wanted to make me happy he sacrificed his own happiness to get out of the military (not something I suggest you do, btw). It is one thing, to this day, I wish I could take back. It is so clear to me now that God never wanted Travis to leave the Marine Corps and that the “military wife life” was the perfect job for me. But we had to learn this lesson the hard way, of course.
So hubby got out and we had no plan, no budget, and no idea what our future would be like. Finding a job for Travis was a nightmare, but someone at our church finally offered him a job to detail cars. It was such an unstable job, however, that we found ourselves without enough money at the beginning of each month to pay our rent or buy food more often than not. It was very stressful to handle and not fun to deal with as a newly wedded couple.
Finally hubby got a much more stable job with an engineering firm where he just did a ton of odd jobs for the owner. There were even a few things he took care of at the owner’s house. It was enough to get us back on our feet financially and help me through the rest of my schooling (I was in college at the time getting my BFA in Interior Design).
When I finally graduated in 2006 we made the decision to move to College Station, TX so we could be close to Travis’s daughter who was 11 at the time and was living in Oklahoma. We chose College Station because it was Travis’s goal to go to school at Texas A&M. He had heard that their engineering college was very good and he was interested in pursuing a degree in mechanical engineering.
So we packed up our stuff, said our good-byes, and moved to Texas with a lot of hope in our hearts.
Stay tuned tomorrow when I’ll explain to you our move, the culture shock I went through, and our struggles in Texas.