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

Then strength becomes threatening.

PART 8 — I DIDN’T GO HOME

I spent my first week away from the house in temporary lodging near the installation.

It was plain.

A bed.

Desk.

Tiny refrigerator.

One uncomfortable chair.

I loved it.

Nobody waited for me to return so they could criticize when I arrived.