Military Marriage: My 1970s Husband Is Too Impressive

At 28, I was hounded by Mom all day long to get married. Maybe you really do dream about what’s on your mind, because even in my dreams she was nagging me to get married. I couldn’t help grumbling that Grandma and Grandpa had it so good back in their day: fewer hassles, and men were easy to find... And then, congratulations to me, my dream came true!

An old maid at 18?

Married at 18?

Where’s the groom?

Well, this is exciting! No more getting nagged to marry! I became a married woman without even meeting the groom! Talk about hassle-free! It couldn’t be any easier!

Flashback One

“Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself: I’m your wife. Please take good care of me!”

“My wife? Okay.”

“I’ll fulfill my duties to you. Anything but my wifely duties.”

Flashback Two

“Come with me to the army, Wife. I miss you.”

“You said you’d only fulfill your duties, not your wifely duties.”

“Wife, I’ll be back on leave soon to keep you company.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.”

“Wife, it’s late, and I miss you so much.”

“Husband, anything but your wifely duties. It’s late. Go to sleep.”

I woke from a dream and found myself married. That’s fine too, right? An 18-year-old girl with the soul of a 28-year-old. My man only fulfills his responsibilities as a husband, not his wifely duties, so I’ll be a good wife in name without doing the work of a real wife. I’m still perfectly happy! Making money, living my life, and being a little shrimp, carefree as can be. My sister-in-law dotes on me, my mother-in-law spoils me, and now and then I can even trade barbs with my own mother and brother. What a happy little shrimp. But what’s with this man suddenly changing his tune?

“You sleep next door.”

“Wife, I’m your husband.”

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