Unknowingly, I took a bullet to the gut when I married Steve, a shot right through me that has left me tender and – at times – doubled over.
No one ever told me that marrying a Navy SEAL would leave me so vulnerable. At first, the job seemed sexy and noble, being the wife of a clean-cut pirate with health insurance and a retirement. Who could resist his green eyes in that camouflage uniform?
And then we went to war.
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