from childfree reddit. got a permanent ban again. probably because I called one a cow and another where I said my mom would backhand me across a room if I misbehaved.
On sunday I (F) and my husband went to a shooting range. He despises guns, I like them. It is an indoors range with a big garden and weather was nice so the plan was he enjoys a book in the garden and watches service doggos in training (imo quite interesting btw!) while I go shoot for like half an hour. Then we have breakfast.
Since he doesn't shoot, by then I had only been there alone and during weekdays, which was just perfect. Nice and responsible adults who share a common interest with me. All good.
On sunday though... Garden filled with kiddos (toddlers and teens) and their moms while dads go shoot. Big garden though so husband says he is fine finding a secluded spot for reading. I leave him there and get inside.
Inside are... more moms, carrying babies. Apparently these are wives of higher ranked officers and hands of the personnel of the shooting range are tied to just throw them out as their husbands okayed their presence.
Babies, crying. Every single one of them. Their mamas rocking them back and forth while still staying indoors where the shootings happen. Yes it is loud. Yes it will make your baby cry. It is a fuckin shooting range.
Then they just stay there forming a bubble of mombies and screeches louder than guns while shooting sharper looks than bullets at their husbands. Husbands don't care, they shoot and chat with their friends.
I probably look like (O.O) but I don't care, I'll get my ear pieces soon and all I hear will be muffled gunshots.
While I wait for my desired section of the range to clear out (had an appointment, it was like 5 min waiting), mamas ask me where my baby is. I barely contain myself to not say "at home with a babysitter at somewhere they belong".
I tell them I have none. Then one of them tells me oh I must be the cleaning lady while looking at my body top to bottom then bottom to top with "i dont understand?" looks...
Lol?!?
I tell them I'm here to shoot, so they ask me if my husband is forcing me to this, with understanding smiles like "oh ive been there". Well, no. Rank of my husband? He is a civilian. Rank of my father? He is a civilian. Brother? I have none. Oh so rank of me? I'm civilian.
They cannot fathom my presence there while I cannot fathom theirs.
Aaaanyway I go shoot my shit and go out to find my husband. I find him at the entrance instead of somewhere in the garden.
I was like whats up as he looked nervous and he was like imma tell ya lets just get outta here.
A woman around asked him "is this your wife??!?" in a audible way, many women around turned to take a look, I was like "Yea?" and they all looked very shocked and she didn't say anything. We left.
Mind you, I was dressed for a nice breakfast, looking quite feminine in my cute dress and makeup. This detail will make sense in a minute.
Soooo what happened in the garden is, he sat down somewhere in the corner and brought out his book. Then the mombies were drawn to him in clusters. They went out of their ways to walk to him and ask him what he is up to. His purpose to be there. His rank. My rank. Where our kids are.
Then they fuckin proceeded to tell him he is not a real man because he doesn't like guns. They told him I am not a real woman because I like guns.
Then when they figured out we were childfree, they told him I must be a transsexual in closet and if I don't give him babies until I am 30 he must divorce me and find a real woman who can give him babies. If I am a real woman, I will give him babies, he will see. But but what does HE want, does he not want kids? No? But keeping the legacy is wired in every man. He wants kids, he just cannot say if out loud because I must be dominating him with my manly hobbies and manlike attitude and I must have a manlike appearance. He wants kids, he is just too oppressed to say anything because he is practically with a man.
I... I just can't.............
I don't think this shit gets any more surreal than this.....
Edit: I am not from US! I guess military is military no matter where in the world

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CERTIFIED HOSEHEAD!!!
people (especially women) do not give ONE DAMN about what they inflict on children and I defy anyone to prove me wrong
Dysfunctional relationships almost always have a child. The more dysfunctional, the more children.
The selfish wants of adults outweigh the needs of the child.
Some mistakes cannot be fixed, but some mistakes can be 'fixed'.
People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one. Leo J. Burke
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