Husband Curses Wife’s Boots as He Trips Over Them—When He Realizes Where They’ve Been, He’s in Tears

I came across a pair of house-boots the other day. My wife’s in fact. They were worn but sturdy. They were familiar yet imposing. They instantly conjured up vivid images of my time in the military. Weathered and beaten jump-boots, rack-side by a sleeping marine. Sturdy, slip-proof, and steel-toed boondockers, bunk-side by a sleeping sailor. Or most vividly, the spit-shined and tightly laced, bloused and ready to roll, combat boots of a sentry without distraction. Here they were, right outside the door of our 1-year-old son. Brown, fuzzy on the inside, worn ragged but sturdy as fresh leather, covered in dog hair and the permanent crumbs of family life. Here they were, ready to roll. The door to my son’s room is, in fact, his mother’s post.


Jeremy Lanning
Jeremy Lanninghttp://www.jeremyjlanning.com
Jeremy J. Lanning MA, LPC is a Licensed Professional Counselor and Psychotherapist in Fort Worth, Texas. He is married with 4 children ranging from 1 to 18 years of age and enjoys the blessings of a blended family. Jeremy served 8 years active duty in the U.S. Navy and Marine Corps as a Hospital Corpsman. Balancing his personal and professional life, Jeremy volunteers with the Red Cross and community organizations in the area of disaster mental health and he enjoys reading, writing, podcasting and the cinema.

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