Then there are those days, the kind of day when you realize that you aren’t ‘ordinary.’ Those moments hit you in the stomach like bad sushi. In an earlier blog this summer, I described a sad little lunchtime moment I was having. Ironically, earlier this week, Jo experienced a similar gut punch, also during lunchtime.
I believe she wears a protective cloak against the bigotry of the military. While I have an entire blog, novel, and screenplay worked out in my head in response to the injustice, my sweetheart is just happy serving her country the same way her family has done. She wakes up each day, takes off the clada ring she wears on her ring finger, and checks all details regarding her intimate evening with her lover as she shows her military id at the gate. She does not let them bring her down. Instead, she is gratuitous that they have afforded her the opportunity to achieve her life’s dream.
You can imagine my disbelief, when Jo called earlier this week with a tone of unmistakable sadness in her voice. She was at work for what would be another long day. Although they were not allowed to leave base, her co-worker was sitting there enjoying take-out. Looking past broccoli cheese soup, Jo panned right to find his wife enjoying a quiet moment with him during a hectic day.
I’ve said it before, but I will say it again. It is the simple things that make you feel the worst, the most discriminated against. I know we cannot marry. I know I cannot receive the federal same-sex domestic partner benefits. I know that I must remain under the radar and a 'roommate' even though I love this woman with all of my heart. The stuff that really gets me- and apparently Jo too, sometimes- are all of the little things, like lunch.
But be careful what you wish for; wait until you hear what happened when I actually did make it on base for a mid-day meal.
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