This week, the bloggers in the military community are sharing posts on the bullying that happens within ourselves. I’ve written something on the subject that also focuses on my mistake tattoo and postage stamp dress, over here You know the type.  Sometimes it’s overt, when someone treats another military spouse badly because of rank, branch, job.  How many kids they have, how they wear their hair, how they dress or where they choose to live. They use words like “dependa” and they talk down to people they think are beneath them.  They are hurtful, judgemental, calling names, excluding from groups, popping up on social media to tear down another spouse. Sometimes, it’s obvious. And sometimes, it’s less so.  Sometimes it’s saying things like “I just don’t *need* that kind of support, but if you do….”  or “I’m not the *kind of person* that fits in with the ‘military wives’…“ That subtle tone that lets you know that your choices are fine, but they are better than that.  In fact, they are better than the whole community.  I admit, when I hear “I know what *those wives* are like, I just don’t want to meet any.” it stings.  As though somehow we are all the same and none of us are worth knowing.   But as I wrote my article for this event, I found the same thing happening any time I try to write about how I think other people should change.   I was instead only made painfully aware of the ways *I* need to.   Because sometimes we hurt each other by our actions.  By the way we treat people differently,  by respect…