My family started in 2007 when I married my husband, I was eighteen and he was twenty-five. I moved to this romote place in Alabama from wonderful, sunny, warm, Central Florida. I miss my hometown where you could laugh at getting run over by people in golf carts. I won't name my hometown but if you are from Florida and you know about the town taken over by golf carts then you know where I'm from.
Our small family started to grow in 2008 when I found out I was pregnant, I found out October 13th to be exactly only two months before my husband deployed for Iraq. It was hard while he was gone, everyone knows women are extremely hormonal when it comes to being pregnant, well I'm pretty sure they could have put me in a "huggie jacket"; that is how bad I was and I knew it. I was very thankful for the women in my husband's unit who took care of me. They became my family and I was lucky to know them and call them friends.
When my husband finally came home, our son was five months old. Things were not like they were before; when he came off that plane I expected him to hug and kiss me tell me he missed me. I didn't get a hug he ignored me went straight to get his bag. He didn't even want to hold our new son. It was getting worse at home, arguing more often, he was yelling at our son for crying. I stood in awe, how could someone yell at a five/six month old baby for crying?
One day it went to extreme and I was beyond scared. I talked to the other wives, I talked to Military One Source, nothing was helping me get help for my husband. I knew something was wrong, but no one could help. I got a message on facebook one day from my husband's chaplain, he asked me how things were going and how my husband was adjusting. I broke down crying trying to type what had been going on and hoping he could help my husband. He asked me to get myhusband to contact him but I told him I couldn't, if he knew I was talking to anyone about the stuff in our home he would be extremely upset and mad at me. I couldn't take any more fighting.
A couple days later we got a phone call, someone from the Veterans Affairs called to give my husband an over the phone "post deployment survey". After talking to my husband for a few minutes they decided he needed an appointment with the V.A. and was going to get checked for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
When it was time for the appointment my husband went, they asked him how he got an appointment. My husband told them about the call, they told him they don't do things like that and they were not sure how he got an appointment. I know how he did and I am thankful for that Chaplain every day. Without that man helping my husband my family would not be here today, I would have left my husband for fear of his anger. My husband has been in therapy for two years now, our family is doing better, we still have our ups and downs but what marriage doesn't?
During this crazy time I had a way of coping, I started writing a young adult book about teenage leprechauns. I am in the process of self publishing it and hoping for some cover art from a special person who has also been affected by the scary Post Traumatic Stress Disorder but from a different view.
I know my life is not as fun and exciting as one of those supermodels or as fashionable as a Hilton, but my life has meaning to me. I want to share what I have been through or going through, maybe my mistakes or my good actions will be able to help someone else in my "shoes".
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