I have no idea where any of you soldiers are from. Hard Working Husband’s Wife Yes He’s Working Shirt. However, I can very confidently say that no shit like this would ever happen at my VA. If any of you are near Wichita KS, I highly recommend paying the Robert J. Dole VA a visit. The quality of care is top notch, and there are just as many females in there as males any time I visit. On a lighter note, my civilian wife was accused of being a vet while I was standing next to her waiting on labs. No shit, some female walked right up to her and started chatting like they were old battles. When she asked her where she deployed, my wife explained that she never served, she was there with me, her husband.
What is the meaning of marriage?
The female vet looked me up and down and physically recoiled a bit. Then just walked away. Now mind you, my wife is a solid fucking 10 stateside, and like a 15 during deployment. I am a mere 3, maybe 4 at my best. But still, it got me right in the feels…I feel you and I get sweetheart’Ed and honey’ed regularly. I also get a much lesser standard of care than my husband does and I’m just enough with it and ready to find civilian providers. I’ve been asked on dates, told I was too young to be in the military, and told: “if they looked like you when I was in, I wouldn’t have gotten out!” I rarely smile or justify myself. That’s their problem, not mine….but it makes me furious. Only…That’s still one in seven. And I can understand the assumptions given the society we live in and the fact that far more men have experienced combat, but it’s definitely shitty when they’re flat out told they must be lying.
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Last year, I was at a vendor event with my former Marine husband. Two old dudes are looking at patches for sale and debating whether they were X Army unit or Y Army unit. I looked over and told them they were Y unit. They brushed me off and asked my husband. His response? “She’s the one that deployed with them.” I got the side eye and they walked off. Fuck that!! Gah!! I’m sorry, they’re assholes, Battle. I’ll be at the VA in 2 hours and I’m primed right now to tell off anyone that disregards me while I’m there. I had some assclown manager from a Peter Piper Pizza tell me that I wasn’t a vet, my ID was fake and that my photo was from ROTC when I asked if they offered military discounts. I wrote a lengthy review on Yelp, my mother tweeted it to the company and nothing was done. All over some fucking pizza. Yep. All the freaking time. “So what branch of the military did your husband serve in?” — I’m single.
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“Oh you can’t be a combat vet, you’re a girl” — riiiiight, so why did I ride around on a big ass truck with a big ass gun, to look pretty for the photo shoot? Hard Working Husband’s Wife Yes He’s Working Shirt. etc etc etc … yeah … I hear ya … Seriously, fuck coworkers!! I’m the ONLY female at my place of work (IT shit) and a handful of coworkers are vets. They think I’m a joke, my pain ( from breaking my neck in basic) isn’t real, I smoke weed for fun and not to suppress seizures, pain and for sleeping. They all make me feel like a damn liar and all I can do is sit there and listen to the shit talk. I’m 31 people! Not a damn child!