Some women astound me.

They forget that they aren’t the ones in the military…

Your man has rank, NOT you.

Your man fights for our country, NOT you.

Your man earned what he’s got, NOT you.

Be thankful and stop complaining about everything.

You don’t carry the weight of the world, HE does. You’re not entitled to anything unless you make the money to pay for it or you’re in the military yourself.

Women need to stop pulling rank, threatening to report other women/military personnel, stop bitching about petty things, complaining about the mundane, and being unbelievably stupid in general. I’m sorry, but you don’t get to go around complaning about everything and expecting people to feel sorry for you, because we’re all going through a hard time. You’re not the exception to the rule - the military will dictate your lives for as long as he’s in.

Sure, we’re entitled to whine and complain about it occasionally, but at the end of the day, we have no say in it all. It’s time for some women to understand that, though your man cares about you, the military doesn’t.

If he doesn’t have rank, his NCO’s aren’t going to respect him. They’re going to smoke him and berate him and treat him like crap… Because that’s how the military is. Those same NCO’s were once PFC’s, too. They know what it’s like. Don’t think that just because he’s “such a nice guy” that they’re going to treat him differently than they were. They made rank because they worked hard for it and they wanted it badly enough. Your man doesn’t like how he’s being treated? Tell him this: earn points, go to specialty schools, go to the boards as many times as he can, and work as hard as humanly possible. “People will respect someone more when they don’t whine about things, work hard, and try their hardest. Guys who do nothing but complain are always going to get made fun of and no one’s going to treat them right.” (<— That is straight from my husband.)

Oh, your man isn’t home for your anniversary? Welcome to the club. What makes you think you can complain to us about him missing your anniversary, when ours have missed multiple anniversaries and almost every holiday? We all know how it feels. We all wish they were home, but seriously? Don’t go looking for pity parties when you know we’re all in the same boat. Sure, we’ll give you sympathy, but we won’t be willing to coddle you every time you feel like youre “entitled” to some time with him. Any decent milSO understands that the time you get is the time you get, and you’d be crazy to ask for more. Be grateful you’ve got the time you do and don’t get hung up on the details.

Frustrated with how you’re being treated by other milSO’s? Well, welcome to the milSO community. There are those of us who complain all the time, those of us who are hard-asses, and those of us who are just here to get through whatever we’re going through. Being a milSO means taking the good with the bad, understanding that your needs don’t ever come first, staying strong no matter what, standing by his (or her) side when things get tough, taking things one day at a time, and remembering that they’re the ones fighting, not us. Not all of us milSO’s are the same; there will be jerks, and mean wives, and overly motard girlfriends and wives, but that’s the life we’re living. Don’t complain that some wives are being “mean” if they’re telling you to get over something - they’re probably telling you that because that’s the only way to deal with it and because they’ve probably been through it too. Instead of fighting about everything, just learn to roll with the punches.

Being an uptight, whiny, irritating, overly emotional female isn’t attractive to either your man or to the rest of us. Learn how to live this life or stay away from the military, it’s as simple as that. I know I complain, but I’ve learned to keep most of it to myself and how to get through things without bitching about them all the time. It’s not my place to get upset about every damn thing - for the love of Christ, he’s the one in Afghanistan, notme.

Ladies, it’s time to stop being girls and start being women.

You signed up for this life, you made this bed, now lay in it.