So, after a year at Yongsan my husband came back on a three week leave. During that three weeks we had to reacquaint ourselves. This was not as easy as we thought it was going to be. What with a death in the family and all that entails and having to have the engine rebuilt in our car. Packing and making arrangements for the movers to pick up our household goods. Then the various family members lobbying their positions as to where we should take the car to which route we should drive on our move or even whether we should stay married.

E4 pay in 1985 was barely enough for one person to live on, let alone two with a broke car and orders to report to Ft. Carson in 4 weeks. One family member took it upon themselves to hang around the garage where the car was and shoot the breeze with the mechanic. This included telling the mechanic how much money we had. Funny how when the bill came in it was exactly how much we had. Would have been nice to have a few extra $ left over to eat with or buy gas for the drive to Colorado.

Then there was the problem of dh wanting to know...where I was going...what I was doing...who I was doing it with and when I would be back. Sheesh, ya'd think we were married or something. :) I got used to not answering to anyone while he was gone. Now before you go thinking that he is a controlling so and so, you should know that hold respect between husbands and wives up there right after love and honor. I was not living up to my part of the agreement and was in need of an attitude adjustment.

With all this going on around us we were not much fun to be around and I will admit I was quite a shrew. At one point dh brought it to my attention that "hey, you don't have to go with me". This of course made me sit up and take notice. I remember I stopped saying whatever it was I was saying and considered his rebuke seriously. Wow, did I want to stay where I was? Or, did I want to go with my husband, travel to a new home and start our new life together? He did the most loving thing he could do by pointing out to me that I did have a choice.

My love for him grew by leaps and bounds that day. Yes I did want to go with him, I adjusted my attitude and thus began my journey as a wife 14 months after we said "I do".