Let me tell you a little about me first, I turn 50 in February this year (2019), not a big thing really, just want to make sure that you get the opportunity to know me. I joined the Marine Corps right out of high school and was on active duty for 10 years and three months and 20 days to be exact if your counting. I loved the Marine Corps, but it was time for me to get out and try something else. Time to really support my family instead of the other way around. It was time to well, dare I say it “Grow Up“. I always told myself that the Marine Corps is a “young man’s sport”. I mean I got out at 30 years old and I had two busted up knees, a busted up shoulder and minor hearing loss. I didn’t serve in a time of war, so I’m not a combat Marine. When I got out of the Corps, I took an IT job in Northern Virginia at of all things, a Marine Corps base. I have been married for 30 plus years to my high school sweetheart and have two children a son who I’m very proud of and who is married and living nearby and a daughter that is nearing the age of when she will want to spread her wings and leave the nest, though I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that. I mean we raise them to leave the nest someday, but wow, my baby girl is going to be an adult. I mean my little princess is all grown up. Then what, what do my wife and I do, we have been mom and dad for 25 years now, what happens next? My wife is my biggest supporter in all this, and though I have tried to be 100% upfront with everything with her, I do tend to hide the level of pain from her on a daily basis. After a while, it just feels like I’m simply whining about it all the time.