10 years ago. 10 years ago I left the Marine Corps after two very boring tours in Iraq. I left the Marine Corps for a woman. This was the woman I loved. The woman I spent my entire life fighting and surviving shit just to see again. I got home. It was amazing. I left the Marine Corps behind -- the only career I'd known -- and I pursued her into the hills of Appalachia. We made love in a small duplex nestled on the foothills of some mountain outside of our college. I was going to be a psychologist and tell all the other veterans how to feel after they left the war. Because I knew how to feel. I knew the feels, right? We had two amazing years together. Two of the best years of my life. And then they fell apart. We never wanted to get married because marriage was for quitters. 2006, amirite? Who wants to get married when everyone is expressing themselves? We have a free love revolution ahead of us! We ran out of steam in 2008. I met a 3.14qt weeaboo in college who was 4 years younger than me and was totally down to commit to a life of servitude. Fucked my world up. What the fuck do I do with a woman who wants to commit to children and a future when I've committed to a woman who wants to "see it through to the end" in name only?