The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them
I continued.
“You are allowed to hate the lifestyle.”
He seemed confused by my agreement.
“You are allowed to decide military marriage is too difficult.”
Silence.
“What you are not allowed to do is decide the solution is controlling my money, my property, my career, and my body.”
His face tightened.
“I didn’t cut your hair.”