5 Things Dating A Military Man Has Taught Me

5 Things Dating A Military Man Has Taught Me

The good, the bad and the down right beautiful.

There are times when you will only have yourself.

People won’t always understand the life you live. They won’t understand why some of us chose to marry early, or they’ll say “I’ll never let my boyfriend join the military” (as if it was actually our choice anyway). With this being said, since we know not everyone fully gets our lifestyle, we end up keeping a lot of things to ourselves, so you learn to be your best support system.


Whether it be a 5 minute Facetime call, a weekend trip to visit them at their MOS school or their base, or if it’s a quick overnight stop before they move on to their next duty station... EVERY SECOND COUNTS. You value your text messages that come few and far in between, you screenshot every Snapchat because you never know when the next one will come. I can’t stress enough how precious every second, minute, hour and if you’re lucky, days are. Nothing is guaranteed, so eat up all the time you are blessed with.

You meet some life long friends online.

There are support groups through social media that are full of girls in the same position as you and automatically it becomes a safe place for you. And it’s like you’re screaming “FINALLY” on the inside because you learn that you aren’t alone. Other girls are feeling the same emotions as you, have the same arguments with their SO as you, have to go to proms, formals, graduations without them by their side and it opens your eyes to the fact that you’re not the first and you won’t be the last person to feel as if you’re almost doing life alone. Soon you comment on a girls post about how her boyfriend just left for bootcamp and you’re in Phase 2 so you tell her that it’s okay to message you whenever she needs to talk. Before you know it, you are texting each other everyday, calling each other, helping each other with homework and you just gained a lifelong friend.

Military relationships are NOTHING like the movies or books.

Everyone’s first thought is “Oh my gosh you’re dating a Marine?! Does he have any hot friends? I would love to date a Marine”. Well yes, the uniform does everyone wonders, but it’s not always romantic homecomings along with letters and flowers sent to your door. The good stuff is also mixed with a lot of goodbyes, dangerous situations and heartbreak. I wouldn’t trade my relationship with my Marine for anything and I love and support him more than words could justify, but everyone has those days where you’re selfish and wish they could drop everything and come home to you.

You learn just how strong you really are.

You learn that your life is about having plan, a backup plan, a backup for your backup plan and having NONE of them work out. You learn how to go with the flow and it teaches you there’s nothing that is too much for you to handle when it comes to your relationship. You endure what feels like endless deployments, limited communications and even rules about when you can hold their hand in uniform and you make it out alive. You learn that it takes a lot more to break you than you originally thought and people look at you like you’re made of steel and you almost feel like you are, once all of the hardships are said and done. You learn to be proud of yourself because you know that you have gone through the insane roller coaster ride of dating a military man and you had days where you felt like you were scraping the ground, but here you are, with your arms around the person you love and for that moment in time you feel invincible.

Military relationships are nothing short of empowering, you are strong and your relationship is 100% worth it.

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An Open Letter To The Friend Who Became My Sister

Love is thicker than blood.


There are friends. Then, there are best friends.

According to "Grey’s Anatomy’s" Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang, they're your person. The one who, “if I murdered someone, I’d call you to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor.” You’re so much more to me than any of those titles can express.

As I’ve matured throughout the years, I’ve come to the conclusion that good friends with good hearts serve an incredibly important purpose in our lives, going above and beyond what we give them credit and appreciation for.

The family we choose. You’re one of those.

The day we met, I knew that you were going to play an important role in my life. What I had no idea of was that you would join the cast of my life with a starring role.

First, I need to say thank you. Thank you for always coming to my locker to check in before class during high school. Thank you for letting me control the music on road trips. Thank you for sharing your family with me, and addressing my family as if you were born into it.

Thank you for patiently listening to the physical embodiment of a broken record when I complain about the same boy I’ve loved since senior year. Thank you for tagging along on every doctor’s appointment, grocery run, and trip to the post office, just because you know that I hate doing things alone.

Thank you for not thinking twice before dialing when I text you “please call me.” Thank you for never saying no to a coffee date. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for being my better half.

We don't share the same genetic makeup, but after all the sleepovers, heart-to-heart conversations, shopping until our bank accounts cry, and swapping clothes so often that we don’t know what belongs to whom, how could I not consider you family? We have shared some my fondest memories together, and I wouldn’t want them to feature anyone but you.

You’ve been with me on my best days, and loved me on my worst. You know how to make me laugh when all I want to do is crawl into a hole and die.

Picturing sitting in my car with you in the passenger seat makes me long for summer, where we spend three months together doing all of our favorite things. You’ve seen me naked, done my makeup, and warned me before making a poor decision. Being away from you for extended periods of time makes me feel incomplete.

You are a piece of me that I am not quite whole without. You taught me that blood doesn’t make a family; love does.

You know me better than I know myself, which is both amazing and terrifying. You make me realize I’m enough for this world, and that means more to me than I know how to express in the limited words that make up the English language.

You remind me that I am more than my mistakes, and you keep me grounded when I spiral out of control. You’ve helped me carry my burdens along with your own, even when the universe comes down on you full force, way harder than you deserve.

You’re the one I come to for the truth if I think my new dress makes me look fat, and I know you’ll be honest. I trust you with my whole heart. You know the gory details about every boy I’ve ever crushed on, every professor who was an absolute jerk, and every fight I’ve had with my mom.

I wouldn’t make it in this life without someone who already understands and listens to every thought going through my head and each thing I seriously over think, even when you know, though you don’t say, it won’t matter in a week.

With all these affectionate things being said, don’t forget our fights. The few we’ve had were very real. We still don’t see eye to eye on some events of the past, but I never told my mom about it because there was no need to make her choose a side between me and her “second daughter.

We have learned to move forward, because the love we have for each other overwhelmingly outweighs any disagreement we’ve had, and always will.

Through all the tears and laughs, I don’t think that anything the world has to offer could seriously come between us. You go to a different school than me now, and college has rudely gotten in the way of our routine of spending every waking moment together.

Since we met, we’ve grown separately without growing apart. Neither of us are the same person we used to be all those years ago. Even so, we’ve pushed each other to our limits and you’ve given me the courage to keep going and do things that make me happy.

We lean on each other when it’s been a bad day and all we want to do is to snuggle and indulge in whichever show the other is currently watching unceasingly and unabashedly for comfort (it’s the little things). Having you as my co-pilot on this crazy ride called life has been frustrating, exciting, slightly concerning, absolutely insane, and something I don’t know how I would live without, and I don’t intend to find out.

I’ll conclude this letter with a quote from every basic, white girl’s favorite musical, “I don’t know if I’ve been changed for the better, but because I knew you, I have been changed for good.”

Love you forever,

Your sis

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Poetry on Odyssey: Broken Girl

He held her up


and then one day, she stopped pursuing the things of this world

she picked up God's armor

prepared herself with the spirit's sword

and from then on, God never let go of her

she stumbled often

He held her up

sometimes she doubted

He taught her to trust

she would stress over how to win the battles

He would reassure her that peace would soon be restored

while she was fretting over those small battles,

He'd already won the war

through every hardship he was with her

whenever she felt alone, he reminded her that she was not

whenever she began trusting in herself, He reminded her to surrender

a love as great as the Lord's could never be bought

she deserved no grace at all

but he blessed her beyond compare

He always listened when she called

lifted her burdens when she cast her cares

she does the best she can to devote her life to Him

and though she falls short of his glory

he loves her and sees beauty when all she sees is a girl who's broken

He keeps her going because His mercies are new every morning

Originally posted on my blog, Rithimus Poeta. (rithimuspoeta.blogspot.com)

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