The very reason I didn’t marry a uniformed man of the forces was because I hate the idea of being alone. What is the point of getting married if you’re going to be in different cities, just because the country needs him. Call me selfish, but I’m not one who can share her husband with the country.
There’s something about a uniform that is terribly enticing. The starched white of Navy. The imposing khaki of the Army. There is discipline. There is strength. There is power. There is the promise of parting.
Engineers pose no such threat. Or intrigue. There’s no mystery in a button-down shirt and tie. They can be in jeans and tees and not feel the need to stand up straight and stiff. They can slouch in front of the TV and forget about their jobs between 5 PM to 8 AM. They can be at home when there are leaky taps that need to be fixed.
Update: I’m now on tumblr! http://mrymbm.tumblr.com/