The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

People can spend those decades repeating the worst lessons they were given.

Or they can stop.

I hoped he stopped.

That was as much interest as I had left.

PART 25 — ONE YEAR LATER

One year after the night Evelyn cut my hair, I stood on the back porch of my new home.

The morning was cold enough that steam rose from my coffee.

My hair had grown past my ears.

I had considered growing it long again.

Then I decided I liked it short.