Anyone else ever just… wake up, completely still, and realize your whole life was decided before you even knew what life WAS? Like, I went from the barracks to a mortgage and three kids with the same girl from homeroom. High school sweetheart and all that jazz, a good woman, no question. But sometimes, when I'm changing another diaper or folding the twentieth load of laundry, it's like a drill instructor is yelling in my head, asking what the HELL I was thinking, locking myself down before I ever even saw what freedom tasted like. I just… wonder. A lot.