Not long after we were married, I had a horrible nightmare. I am so afraid of heights, but for some reason, I had gone to the top of the Statue of Liberty or some place like that. I'm standing there, and then it's like the floor beneath me has gone, and I'm falling, and falling,... until I awake in fright. And I'm safely in bead, my new husband sleeping beside me. I trust him. At this time, I am unaware of the monster hiding beneath his handsome fascade.
I didn't know then how easily he could lie. A few weeks later, we were at a PX in Frankfurt - I think. We were in the dining area, eating lunch. A German came in and sat down with us and began asking questions; where my husband was stationed, how he liked Germany, etc. The lies rolled so easily from his tongue that I'm sure that my mouth hung open in disbelief. I had never seen anybody lie so quickly and easily. I spoek with him later about the lying, and he said that he had learned it at a young age - to say what his mother wanted to hear. He called it "Playing the Game." I was horrified. It seems like such a trivial matter in light of what he did later, but I had been raised by honest, hard-working, and caring people. Lying was a sin to me; I was so naive, and so unprepared for what was to be.
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