As I'm squeezing my facial cleanser into my hand I find my mind begins to wonder. You see, my brain never seems to shut off and I end up thinking up blogs just after I've had a few minutes out doing something a simple as washing my face. In the early days of married life I found it difficult to develop friendships with the partners of my husband’s friend’s. On the outside I maybe appeared a bit of an Ice Queen, but I didn’t mean to be.
You see for a long time I’d been subjected to the horrid tales of people in the forces cheating on their partners. It was rife and it almost made me glad I didn’t live on a military base. Most could not begin to imagine the love triangles that operated. That aside, not living on a base meant I felt a little isolated and I didn’t feel like a proper Army wife. My first quarters were in a residential housing scheme because the former married quarters had been sold to a housing developer when the base no longer housed a regiment, so they only needed a handful of houses.