Looking back at my life I just can't help but wonder how I got in this predicament.
I had everything planned out. Well, I didn't. Life planned it out.
See, my old man was a proud military man. That is what I was told at least. He died when before I was even born. My mother could not handle the loss of her "one true love" so she offed herself a month after I was born. All that I have left from my birth family is a picture of my father in his military uniform. I don't know anything about him but that.
That is why I joined. The military was my life.
I was okay with being lonely. I never questioned what I was missing.
And then I met him.
