I don't even recognize myself anymore. I never go out, I go to bed early, I worry about following the rules, I rarely watch reality TV, I wear socks every day, I worry that my cleavage may show. Who the hell am I?

Maybe my perception of who I was (party girl, loved to take chances and have fun) is not who I really was, but I have no clue who I am now.

Tonight I was complainig to H3 about the fact that we have lived here for 16 months and I still have zero friends. I mentioned that this was the first time in my life that I have not had a group of girls that I could hang out with. For God's sake the only movies I have been to are kid flicks.

H3 looked at me and said "You didn't have any friends in Louisville except Twinkie."

WTF???

Okay so Twinkie might have been my number one partner in crime (and my greatest support system) but I had lots of friends. Of course, I reminded him that before I met him I had many more, but they seemed to drop off after he came into my life.


Being a hermit sucks, but being a hermit and being married to a DND addicted curmudgeon is hell.