Philippines, and WA

December 15, 1983

Moved back to USA. Just two days before getting on the plane, one side of my hair turns gray, the other side begins falling out, due to stress. As soon as we are home, my husband files for divorce, after assuring me all the way up the coast, for three days, that we will try to work on our marriage for a year before he gives up. Nice way to start out the homecoming. My youngest sister insists that I be matron of honor at her wedding at this insanely stressful time in my life. She has postponed her wedding several months for me to get home, and no matter how I asked her not to do that, she did it anyway. I zombie through the wedding. It is all I can do not to weep hysterically through the whole thing. This is only a thirty day stop-over for us, because I don't trust him to allow me to get even part of my stuff from the military shipment if I don't go with him to the next base, where it will be waiting. Even though I lost 70 pounds and look better than I have since we were married, my husband is ferociously vicious to me, verbally. This time in my life is hell on earth for me.