Things were actually pretty good after she left JPD (Fall '13)...the stress of that job was awful. She was working the 1500-0300 shift, was always tired and recovering from the shifts, and had significant friction with her coworkers. After she quit, things were better until I got orders in April 14. Then things were even better for a few months we were really happy for a short while, summer of 14. The new location and beautiful rental house brought excitement and we both felt like we had arrived. But I was gone constantly and she was left to her own devices.
Things got really bad by the fall. She became suspiciously close with a friend shed only just met, and Taylor and I started fighting like never before. She was hostile, paranoid, and angry to the point where friends were advising me that I had to do something or else risk Drakes well being. I was walking on eggshells all the time but couldnt avoid the fights. December is when I started to get that feeling of things being really awry
and in February I learned of the affair. I left in March, and the other party moved into the house in April.
After a few incidents between the two of them requiring police/EMS being dispatched to the house, the landlord declined to extend the contract (this was a $2700/mo property with a beautiful outdoor pool in a prime location
most neighbors were SOF E-8/O-4 or higher) and Taylor ended up couch surfing for a while. The downward spiral was in full effect by that point she was arrested a few weeks later (10JUL15) after assaulting me in my new home.