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

People asked whether I planned to grow it long again.

I didn’t know.

For most of my adult life, my hair had reached past my shoulders.

Julian loved it.

Evelyn constantly commented on it.

How feminine it looked.

How officers supposedly looked “too severe” with short hair.

Now I found myself enjoying the simplicity.