Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Diary of a Militay Wife: A Memoir
Diary of a Militay Wife: A Memoir
Diary of a Militay Wife: A Memoir
Ebook154 pages3 hours

Diary of a Militay Wife: A Memoir

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

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.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSharon Dixon
Release dateMay 4, 2011
ISBN9781452477602
Diary of a Militay Wife: A Memoir
Author

Sharon Dixon

SHARON F. DIXON has been married for seventeen years. She has given birth to three beautiful children. An only child, she was born in Kinston, North Carolina. Though this is her debut memoir, she has always had an entrepreneurial spirit. She had productively operated three different businesses, a day care, a gift shop and a residential commercial cleaning business she started while touring the states with her husband. She attended East Carolina University majoring in Business Administration/ Management. Sharon is a happy go lucky person who is always smiling, loving, caring and giving. She is a go getter who is a news junkie striving for comfort and happiness for her family and others.

Related to Diary of a Militay Wife

Related ebooks

Relationships For You

View More

Related articles

Reviews for Diary of a Militay Wife

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Diary of a Militay Wife - Sharon Dixon

    Diary of a Military Wife: A Memoir

    Dixon Sharon

    Copyright 2011 by Sharon Dixon

    Smashwords Edition

    DIARY OF A

    MILITARY WIFE: A MEMOIR

    THE TRUTH HURTS

    SHARON F.DIXON

    Copyright © 2008 – Sharon F. Dixon

    All rights reserved. This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. This book may not be copied or reprinted in any form for commercial gain or profit without the written permission of the copyright owner.

    Neither MAD Publishing nor the author shall be held liable for damages resulting from the use of any advice offered in the book. Please obtain professional advice before making any life–changing and/or career–changing decisions. All names are fictional.

    MAD Publishing

    P.O. Box 22467

    Newport News, VA 23609

    Library of Congress Control Number: 2008910984

    ISBN:978–0–615–25112–7

    Editor: Chandra Sparks Taylor

    Cover Designer: Brion Sausser

    Grateful Acknowledgement:Joyce Bradley Whitfield, Joyce Dove Leak, Dreason Ruckett, Kelly Morton, Christy Leonard, Robert and Shaconda Bradley

    For additional books visit:www.diaryofamilitarywife.comMail Orders send request to: MAD Publishing

    DEDICATION

    This book is dedicated to my mother, Mary Alice. She gave me life and the knowledge and strength to survive. I love you, Mom. RIP, 1941–1987.

    This book is dedicated to my kids, Amani, Mariya and AJ. You guys are my inspiration for why I wrote this book. Mama’s angels, I love you.

    This book is dedicated to all the military wives. Stay strong. Visit www.diaryofamilitarywife.com for support and newfound friendship.

    This book is dedicated to all military branches of service that keep us safe. You have dedicated your lives for our freedom. I thank you.

    Last, this book is dedicated to JD. Thanks for the memories.

    INTRODUCTION

    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.

    PREFACE

    I met Darnell Cox III the last week of March 1993. We clicked right away. Our parents were deceased, so we felt we had a special bond, somehow destiny had brought us together. We married July 19, 1993. He was twenty, and I was twenty-four years old. Our first month of marriage he was dating a girl in Wilmington, North Carolina. When she found out about the marriage, she wanted to meet me. Darnell granted her wish without telling me. We went to the house of his friend Lamb who is the cousin of the girl he was dating. There she was a dark-skinned girl with braids and a small-framed body. Her name was Heidi. She was sitting on the love seat in the living room. I could not believe he did this to me. There were six people in the living room at the time of our meeting. Right away Heidi and her cousin started making sly remarks like Heidi wants some ice cream. Darnell, you know what flavor she likes. Why don’t you go to the store and get some? right in the midst of all those people who knew everything but poor little me.

    Heidi said, You are cute, Page. I would have never messed with Darnell if I knew he was married. Nothing happened between us anyway besides him lying in the bed with me. I mean we where naked and he sucked on my breasts, but he did not have a condom so we did not have sex.

    What was I to say or do? I was horrified. I guess this was my honeymoon. Embarrassed, I said, Okay, thanks for being honest.

    Darnell smiled like he thought he was the Mack. That was the beginning of my life as a military wife.

    Chapter 1

    THE BEGINNING

    I never wanted to marry a military man and surely not a marine, but as luck would have it here I am ten years and three kids later. Like a lot of military couples, Darnell and I eloped. One day at my administrative job before my lunch break he called and asked me to get married, that day. Young silly me, I said yes. We went to the courthouse during my lunch break. I called two girlfriends to meet us there. Coming from work, I had on a pair of black striped slacks and a black short-sleeved ribbed shirt. Darnell had on a pair of beige slacks with a white dress shirt. He was nineteen and I was twenty-three.

    We kept our vows a secret for the first year of marriage. No particular reason, we just did. I continued to live with my cousin and Darnell stayed in the barracks. We traveled back and forth from Kinston to Jacksonville, North Carolina. It was about an hour’s drive one way. Our vehicles were not the best but we managed. He drove a white 1991 Cavalier with MENANCE TO SOCIETY on the front windshield. I had a 1987 brown Toyota Corolla. We were happy travelers for the moment. Little did I know that before we were married, my future husband was dating my cousin who lived in a different city.

    Darnell was a tall, medium-build guy with a brown complexion. He was cute as hell. His hands were big and always warm. I loved the feel of the warmth when he touched me. I was a petite, brown-skinned girl who was cute in the face, small in the waist, with black long hair. We were opposites. He smoked cigars and drank; I have never smoked nor drank. We met through my cousin, Doris, who was my roommate. She was dating Darnell’s room dog at the time.

    After living with my cousin, Doris, for a year, we decided to continue this living arrangement because it was saving us money — so I thought. While keeping the marriage a secret, my cousin grew suspicious about us. I think she went to the courthouse to view our marriage license.

    While living with Doris, I attended Lenoir Community College. It was one of the best times I’ve had in my life — so many friends, laughing, partying and hanging out without a care in the world. It was truly the best.

    After graduation, Darnell and I moved into a duplex off Highway 70 in Kinston. It was a really nice brick three-bedroom house. He still lived on base and came home on the weekends. It was nice having a place close to family and friends.

    I applied to East Carolina University. I got accepted, and within a year we moved to Greenville, North Carolina, with a population of about 50,000. We lived right on 5th Street. I could walk to college. While living there, I got a full time-job and went to school full time. Darnell still came on the weekends. He purchased a gray Nissan with burgundy interior from a friend to drive on the weekends to cut down on the mileage and gas on his four door Cavalier. I did not know how to drive a stick shift, but I always wanted to learn, so I thought it would be something for us to do if Darnell taught me how to drive the Nissan. He tried to teach me one Saturday but got frustrated because I kept jerking and bucking off. He was so impatient and kept sighing in annoyance while looking downward, shaking his head. So to teach me the hard way, one morning while I slept he took the automatic (my car) and left me the stick to drive twenty miles to work. I had only one lesson, which was about an hour. I was livid when I got downstairs and saw he had left me the stick to drive. I had just gotten my job as a Guess customer service representative. I ran back upstairs crying. I called my boss and said I would be late. I was supposed to be a work at 8:00 A.M. After hanging up the phone, I sat on the couch crying and hesitating to get on the road. I finally walked downstairs and bucked my way to work by 11:00 A.M., still crying all the way. I made it through my workday, sweating and dreading to get back in the car at 4:30 P.M., rush hour. People where blaring their horns and cursing me. I was mortified by the time I made it back home around 6:00 P.M.

    Once I turned into the parking lot, my downstairs neighbor was right behind me. I was thinking, Shit you better move out of the way and stop following me so close because I do not know how to park this thing. He was a very attractive Caucasian man about six-two with brown hair and brownish eyes. He saw the hard time I was having and came over and volunteered to teach me to drive. He said we would leave in about an hour or so after the traffic had died down.

    It was time to go. It was getting late. I was so nervous, my palms where sweating profusely. I think I got hot just sitting in the car with my neighbor. It was hard for me to concentrate on learning how to drive. He wanted to go driving late at night so it would be less traffic, but it was so dark. We went down this dead-end road. I kept thinking, I am letting a stranger teach me to drive a stick shift at night without telling anyone. He could have had his way with me; maybe I would have let him. Although I was a petite chocolate cookie, I would never go against the morals of my marriage in the heat of lust.

    We made it back safe and sound. After about three hours, I felt like I could make it to school and work the next day. Damn, he was cute and so kind and patient. Judging by the smile on his face when he said good night, he wanted me. I could see it in his sexy eyes.

    I called Darnell early the following morning and cursed him out. Months went by and I was driving a stick like nothing to it. My new job was cool. I enjoyed working at Guess. I had a very small figure so during sample sales I got the cutest Guess apparel. I became friends with two women at work. One lady was around my age and the other was slightly older.

    Darnell and I used to go over my younger friend Lorraine’s house often, then Darnell helped her move to her new apartment. Next thing I knew Lorraine was not talking to me nor did she give me her new address. She was downright avoiding me.

    I saw Lorraine in the mall. I decided to go and see what was really up. She saw me walking toward her and got up and walked out of the food court. That was enough for me. Deep down I knew she and Darnell had slept together.

    Chapter 2

    MOVING FORWARD — OUR FIRST MOVE

    March 17, 1996

    Darnell got orders to Hawaii. We had a going-away party at a club called the Vibe in Kinston. It was great. Friends and family danced the night away. Well, we announced at the party that our orders had changed and instead of going to Hawaii we were going to New Jersey. I had never been so far away from all my family.

    March 18, 1996

    We traveled in two cars. One pulled the furniture truck. The other I drove. I don’t know if it is a male thing or not but Darnell did not know how to be courteous as I was following him. I remembered when we reached Maryland. It was around 7:00 P.M. and traffic was heavy. We stopped to eat, then after dinner we got back on the road. We came to a yellow light and Darnell floored it. The light turned red on me. Instead of just running it, I stopped. Darnell kept going, never looking back to see if I was behind him. Darnell ended up about fifteen minutes ahead of me. Terrified, I pulled off the next exit to call him since I didn’t have a phone. He told me to just get back on the interstate and he’d drive slowly with his blinkers on so I could catch him. Thirty minutes later I saw the blinkers on the truck.

    We continued nonstop to New Jersey. My first impression was people were slightly rude and very sharp spoken. North Carolina natives seem to be friendlier, more polite. They speak with a relaxed tongue, often stretching the words.

    March 19, 1996

    We reached our base. The next day, we met the marine Darnell was replacing, Sergeant Marcel. He showed us around the base, Red Bank and Freehold area. We were in a little town called Colts Neck, which is three times smaller than Kinston.

    When we returned from our tour, we learned we didn’t have an apartment. Darnell was pissed. They have known for ninety days we were to arrive today. Why did my sponsor not put me on the waiting list? He ranted, I have my family and a truck full of shit.

    Marcel went and spoke with the housing manager in private. One hour later, we had an apartment. It was a beautiful, marvelously clean townhouse on the base. Sergeant Marcel helped us move into the house. This guy bent over to help us get situated, but Darnell acted like an ass. Shit this is the least he can do, he said.

    April 12, 1996

    A few

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1