10 Seconds That Ended My 20 Year Marriage

Unbecoming
4 min readFeb 16, 2022
Photo by author. Real medals from real races ran by the author’s real legs.

It’s August in Northern Virginia, hot and humid. I still haven’t showered from my morning trail run. I’m wearing my stay-at-home mom uniform — over-sized Marine Corps sweats, tshirt, Crocs flip flops, ponytail. I feel safe in this uniform. It doesn’t hug any part of my body, allowing me to hide my physical failures.

In this uniform I can pretend I’m acceptable, tolerable. It says I did something today, I tried. This look combined with toilets I scrubbed until they shine sends the message “I’m not a lazy pig, I’m valuable. Please keep me.” This uniform is enough to make up for my lack of lipstick and style. It walks the line between disgusting and acceptable.

So far, it’s been enough that my husband is still willing to initiate sex with me once a month. The kind of sex you have because you need to feel worthy. The kind that lets him know you need him. Unfulfilling but purposeful.

It’s dinner time, so I’m busy in the kitchen slicing tomatoes and onions on the cutting board that I was instructed was to be used exclusively with the very expensive Shun knives I received as a Christmas present.

He comes in from the deck with a plate of hot burgers.

My gut said something was off. I pursued because I’m the pursuer. I went to him, hugged him, stepped back, my hands still on his…

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Unbecoming

Stories of a former military wife, her flawed marriage and its ending. Questions? Lemme know at UnbecomingStories(at)gmail(dot)com