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

Standing at a county fair.

He had one arm around me.

I was laughing.

We looked happy because we were.

That realization surprised me.

It would have been easier to rewrite the entire marriage as terrible.

But that would have been another lie.

There had been good years.