I'd been married for just a few months. My husband traveled every year to Germany for business, and always wanted me to tag along with him. I never wanted to. Call me crazy, but I am still harboring some resentment toward the Germans for some things they did to my peeps. So, I wasn't ready to go there and spend money. I compromised by meeting him in London for a few days and then heading to France. Sounds rough, huh? Actually, it was a little bit scary.
This was less than six months after September 11th. I was uncomfortable about flying in an airplane for
Ten years ago today:
I never thought I'd live in Michigan
I knew nothing about Autism
I never, ever thought I'd be divorced
I had no freaking clue how strong I really am
This week's prompt:
Start a post with "Ten years ago today..."