I took my little son to surprise my husband at the military base where he served as the commanding officer. Before we could even enter through the front gate, a security guard blocked our path and said, “SIR’S GIRLFRIEND IS INSIDE THE UNIT RIGHT NOW. NO VISITORS ARE ALLOWED.” I swallowed my anger, calmly pulled out my phone. I called my second brother and gave him one quiet instruction: “TERMINATE EVERY FORM OF SUPPORT. IMMEDIATELY.”
At exactly 8:17 on a cool gray Thursday morning, my son Ethan and I pulled up to the western gate of Naval Support Unit Coronado. He sat proudly besid...


