“That’s why I tell you not to tell people that about me, P,” my husband, explained. “People don’t believe you. They think, that poor woman has been bamboozled by some lying bastards…
The claim is that he has served in all three branches of the Armed Forces; Air Force, Marines and the Army. That means he’s been through boot camp three times. He’s also a retired Army Ranger and retired Special Forces. On top of that, he’s graduated British SAS…and more.
Now all that is true but it sounds fabricated, doesn’t it? In this era where fantastically gorgeous (fake) retired military men try to friend me on facebook on a daily basis. Stolen valor. My own sister’s husband does this. It’s pathetic.
So my husband found a job here recently. He told me some years ago, he would like to leave his entire service off his resume, but of course he can’t. It would leave two decades of his life unaccounted for. He was hired by a retired marine, who was pretty surprised over the three branches of service thing. Er…that’s cool, now prove it.
My husband can prove but this is the day I really came to realize, my husband is a (real) unicorn but it really isn’t smart to say so. I sure he’s right…people probably do think I am some kind of sucker. So this is where we are at this point in time.
It reminds me of when my husband’s son wrote me, about eight years ago. He was at war at the time, I wrote him all kinds of stuff at that time. I did it because I as an Adopt-a-Platoon lady, before my husband ever came back into my life. I wrote soldiers! But also because I had a lot to say and my husband wanted me to write his son too, I think.
So I wrote and I wrote and I wrote and he received and received and received. And then one day he wrote me and said he believed 20% of what I said. His dad’s 80/20, see? (search it)
Well, hell. I’d told him not one lie. I would not dream of telling him a lie. Lying is shameful. It’s disgusting and despicable (to me). So I was defeated by that.
I wrote back to acknowledge what he said and to tell him I how shocked I was that he’s not believe me. “I thought people knew the truth when they heard it,” I said. I did think that. I thought exactly that. So this was my first introduction to the idea that a person might mistake the truth for a lie. I was disoriented for weeks.
But now we’re headed into 2016 and lying is the norm. I still tell the truth; I’m pretty sure I always will. I just can’t see myself, slipping into the abyss on this level. But I think I will quit mentioning my husband’s service. So few know what it means anyway.
Under the Scorpio moon.