Diary of a Military Wife is a brutally honest look at life in the military through the eyes of Page and explores love, family, friendships, marriage difficulties, deceptions, alcoholism, drugs, sex, and sacrifices. Journey with Page and be inspired to dream and hope, and more important, realize if you are in her shoes, you are not alone.
This story draws on a couple and the woman’s inconceivable journey as a military wife.This is a true story with a splash of fiction.The main focus is on the couple, Page and Darnell.This is Page’s story and perception of her journey.
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Boy, what a shock it was at the funeral for everyone. They read the obituary in church with the verbal adjustment of adding Darnell and I to the program. It said Mr. and Mrs. Darnell Cox III are present. After the gasps and silence, came the stares. Darnell was engaged to the child’s mother, Carman. Neither Carman nor her family or friends knew we where married.
He was the child's father so it was not an issue of which car we would ride in. We would ride in the family car. It was quite an awkward moment though because Carman also had a guy friend she had been dating. She had not heard from Darnell and grew tired of waiting for him, so she began seeing other people, Darnell told me.
It was a very long ride to grave site. If I were an ice cube she would have melted me with her stare. It was a very cold and hurt stare as if I had taken Darnell from her, when in fact; I did not know she even existed. She kept looking at her engagement ring and looking at my wedding ring. As we where pulling up to the grave-site, Carman, pulled the ring off her finger and said, “Here Darnell, I do not need nor want this ring anymore.” He took the ring and she began to loudly sob in her boyfriends arms.
A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
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