Originally featured on the National Family Military Association‘s Blog, this story was republished with the permission of both the author and NMFA.
I chose my career over my military husband.
I’ve always been motivated to achieve. So has my husband. This joint go-get-‘em attitude is part of what attracted us to each other. As a soldier, his ambition manifested as always going to training, doing the next step for promotion, and being good at what he does. He wants to make it to E-8, and he’s doing all the steps to make that happen.
My drive manifested in training, too–going for my Bachelor’s, then Master’s, then a PhD. I wanted to be a tenured professor and wasn’t going to let military life get in my way. We always found ways to merge our two ambitions, so we could both pursue our goals at the same time. As a military spouse, sometimes that meant working on a dissertation at 4 am because he was deployed and the kids would be up by 6. But we always found a way to make it work.
Our ambitions collided. I found THE job. It was perfect for me and I was a perfect fit. It was going to be our retirement job, and I was well on my way to promotion, moving on up in a competitive world. We would “homestead” at the base, and just move from one position to another at the same base until retirement.
It was a great opportunity for him to build his career. It was a great opportunity for us; I’d always wanted to go OCONUS, to explore the world with my other half and share it with our kids. But there was no way to merge THE job, my career progression, with going overseas; the two were incompatible.
This one was different. The choosing to be apart, the choosing to prioritize my career nearly ended us. Two years of raising little kids alone (for me), two years of coming home to an empty house and missing birthdays, holidays, milestones (for him), was too much.
We made it through, barely. It was a lot of tears, pain, and sacrifice. I left THE job when he got orders to another new duty station. My career may or may not recover, it’s too soon to tell. I tell myself it’s still there, it just will take a different shape now. My milspouse mother-in-law’s advice is to ‘grow where I’m planted.’ The jobs will always be there, and the military life will not, so I can wait. Military spouses are no stranger to sacrifice, and that career is just another on the list.
The struggle brought us closer, as struggle tends to do, and crystalized our priorities. Deferred is not denied, and I will still reach my career goals some day. But for now, the military life requires that sacrifice, and I’ve made my choice.
Jessica is a researcher, counselor, lecturer, Army wife, mom of 3 kids, 2 dogs and 2 cats, and professional list-maker. Most days you can find her writing agendas, prioritizing goals, actively rejecting the label of Wonder Woman and constantly in search of balance.
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