Dependence Not of One’s Own

I’ve always been rather independent. Ok… maybe a bit more than that. My ex-husband would say to me “ You are too independent for your own good”. Honestly, to this day I can’t see how being independent could be a bad thing but clearly the ex had some issues with it.

So, I wonder, how is it that I’ll fare when plopped into a new country completely dependent on my fiance . Everything new and foreign. How on earth will I navigate the snabbköp where there are words like tändstickor, mjölk och tvål? How about the bus system  . . . the destinations on the wall of the kiosk are 27 consonants long. How will it be when this fiercely independent, former single Mom, has to depend on her man for the simplest of instruction. He’s going to have to help me learn how to use the washer and drier for heaven’s sake. It’s going to be a whole new world