God only knows, for sure, what went on when I was in 'Nam.
I thought all was well and honorable at home with Raquel while I was gone that year. After all, we had been told by a doctor in San Antonio before I left that she was pregnant (well, SHE went in to talk with the doc -- I had to wait in the waiting room. This "privacy" shit goes too far, sometimes.) At least, I arranged the doctor's appointment and drove her to it from the San Marcos campus; I was with her because I didn't realize what a screwed-up manipulative untruth-teller she was and I thought we loved each other. This was a few weeks before Valentine's Day -- I brought her a little diamond ring for Valentine's hidden in one of the plastic roses on the top of the candy heart box. She ran off and took a bite out of every piece of chocolate inside the box expecting to find the ring; she had to come back and get more detailed directions on where to find it! We asked her folks to get married before I left for Vietnam but, because we didn't explain the shotgun nature of the situation, they wouldn't allow it (even though Raquel was 21 the previous November). So the day before I left for Vietnam (via Fairchild AFB Survival Training), we eloped to a few miles north of Austin and were married by the Acting Justice of the Peace at the courthouse in Georgetown, TX. I had military orders so I had to go!
Raquel's remaining semester at Southwest Texas State University was, understandably, not very successful academically. By semester's end she was really showing the pregnancy and had to reveal our elopement to her parents when she went home for the summer. I had gotten her a military dependent's I.D. card and had her on as my insurance beneficiary and registered as my wife with the AF so that she could use all the facilities including the base hospital at Laredo AFB while I was gone. I got letters from her almost every day I was in Vietnam; I also SENT her letters almost every day FROM Vietnam! I have no reason to believe she was not faithful while I was in Vietnam because she was busy carrying and having our baby, Ivan. At least, until October or late November after she had had the baby. We met on R&R in Hawaii around Christmas for a week, and then didn't see each other until my tour was over in March.
But who knows, for sure? You realize from my earlier post that I didn't suspect any lies, even, until she revealed them after 7 more years after this Valentine marriage on 19 February. I must say I am most trusting of her during this period because she WAS married to me legally (the J.P.) and she spent most of the time living at her parents' home until I returned from fighting the war. But you see what discovering SOME of her lies and deceptions at the 7-year point does to ANY of her credibility from ALL the time I have known her. All I can say is, probably, she didn't cheat on me while I was in Vietnam; but who knows, for sure? Maybe, not even her -- she is SO into the defense mechanism of denial that I have seen her mind-game herself into flatly denying reality numerous times.
I thought all was well and honorable at home with Raquel while I was gone that year. After all, we had been told by a doctor in San Antonio before I left that she was pregnant (well, SHE went in to talk with the doc -- I had to wait in the waiting room. This "privacy" shit goes too far, sometimes.) At least, I arranged the doctor's appointment and drove her to it from the San Marcos campus; I was with her because I didn't realize what a screwed-up manipulative untruth-teller she was and I thought we loved each other. This was a few weeks before Valentine's Day -- I brought her a little diamond ring for Valentine's hidden in one of the plastic roses on the top of the candy heart box. She ran off and took a bite out of every piece of chocolate inside the box expecting to find the ring; she had to come back and get more detailed directions on where to find it! We asked her folks to get married before I left for Vietnam but, because we didn't explain the shotgun nature of the situation, they wouldn't allow it (even though Raquel was 21 the previous November). So the day before I left for Vietnam (via Fairchild AFB Survival Training), we eloped to a few miles north of Austin and were married by the Acting Justice of the Peace at the courthouse in Georgetown, TX. I had military orders so I had to go!
Raquel's remaining semester at Southwest Texas State University was, understandably, not very successful academically. By semester's end she was really showing the pregnancy and had to reveal our elopement to her parents when she went home for the summer. I had gotten her a military dependent's I.D. card and had her on as my insurance beneficiary and registered as my wife with the AF so that she could use all the facilities including the base hospital at Laredo AFB while I was gone. I got letters from her almost every day I was in Vietnam; I also SENT her letters almost every day FROM Vietnam! I have no reason to believe she was not faithful while I was in Vietnam because she was busy carrying and having our baby, Ivan. At least, until October or late November after she had had the baby. We met on R&R in Hawaii around Christmas for a week, and then didn't see each other until my tour was over in March.
But who knows, for sure? You realize from my earlier post that I didn't suspect any lies, even, until she revealed them after 7 more years after this Valentine marriage on 19 February. I must say I am most trusting of her during this period because she WAS married to me legally (the J.P.) and she spent most of the time living at her parents' home until I returned from fighting the war. But you see what discovering SOME of her lies and deceptions at the 7-year point does to ANY of her credibility from ALL the time I have known her. All I can say is, probably, she didn't cheat on me while I was in Vietnam; but who knows, for sure? Maybe, not even her -- she is SO into the defense mechanism of denial that I have seen her mind-game herself into flatly denying reality numerous times.
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