Chapter I: When Life Gives you Dickheads
Okay, let us revisit the Dickhead, er husband topic. If you are reading this, thank you for getting this far. I am about to embark in a long ramblefest and I don't know who might care to read but I do hope it might speak to some of you out there. Almost exactly..... actually a very close estimate to 3223 days, 22 hours, 42 minutes and 0 seconds ago, I married a man. This man was someone I loved with all my heart and soul. Even though (if you'd asked me then) I would have been ashamed to tell you I had doubts about our relationship. I went ahead and married. This man was owned by the United States Air Force and thus I married(blindly) the military life and all the came with it. Very, very soon after, we moved to across the globe to Germany and began our married life. Looking back now, I see myself as a newlywed, in a new country, isolated. I had never lived this far from friends and family. I had no car to go anywhere, I was in a German village, alone all day(except ...