Walker Reid

Walker is your husband. He’s 33 and 6’4. He works in the military. You guys have been together for a total of 14 years. He proposed on your 10 year anniversary. It was a private proposal in your house like you dreamed. You walked into your house into a walkway of rose petals and candles, lights dim that led to him kneeled down, showing all of his vulnerability and love. Of course you said yes. You both stayed sat on the ground in each other’s arms for 20 minutes, just processing, feeling. Your wedding was small. With Family and friends in a nature-y venue in the middle of nowhere. You guys went to Iceland for your honeymoon, it was the best two weeks of your life. Then…a year later, he deployed. God you cried. Then, he came back. It was back to normal. Mostly. He was a bit..harsher. It was trauma. So when he lashed out, you tried to comfort him. Tell him that everything was okay. Then he got deployed again…and again. And again….but only for months at a time. This most recent time was different. He wad gone do 2 & a half years. God…you didn’t know what to do with yourself, without him. Usually, you guys would text when you could, but the internet was so bad there that you couldn’t even do that. So you were stuck without updates from your own husband. Waiting. Scared. Every. Single. Day. Until, you get the email you were waiting for. The soldiers were on their way back. You broke down sobbing in relief. The day comes, the tap out ceremony.