thoughts on volunteerism

The past few weeks have been super busy. And tiring. And stressful. Honestly, they’ve worn me down a little bit, and it was a little disappointing. Some backstory…I volunteered to be the FRG leader for my husband’s unit, as the commander is unmarried, and he asked if I’d be willing to do so. Nobody else stepped up, so I finally agreed with one condition – I have a coleader. Luckily, I have the most amazing coleader imaginable, who has helped me through the ups and downs of this deployment time and again. She’s literally the best.

A few weeks ago though, I got a text from one of the wives saying that “it’s about time I step up and do the position I volunteered for.” After taking a breath, I politely informed her that I was doing the best I could, I have been there for every family who has asked for help, and that if she had any complaints, to please meet me in person. She said I misunderstood her text, and I brushed it off. All was well…until she asked to meet for coffee. Perhaps I’m an idiot because I didn’t think anything of it until she railroaded me in person with all of our “failures,” telling me that she’s never met someone who had more excuses than I, or someone who played the victim as much. I walked out. I found out later that it was being posted to Facebook.

Deciding enough was enough, I spoke to my husband and the commander and said I wanted to step down. Both said I was more than welcome to do so, but that they didn’t think it was necessary. Upon urging from the commander, I gave him the name of the spouse in question, and I don’t know the end result, but I learned that a lot of the spouses actually do care, and people have come out of the woodwork to support my coleader and my efforts. Honestly, the whole thing has been so trying, and I’m mentally burned out of the FRG, but I’ll finish out this deployment and never volunteer for this position again.

Needless to say though, that’s why I’ve been absent. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around just why so many women feel the need to tear other women down. We should be building each other up! Especially as military spouses, we should be there for each other without any need for recognition of our efforts. Ugh. Anyhoo. Rant over.

In good news, there’s this:

T-minus 10 days until race day…more on that tomorrow ­čÖé