You Think You Know Me, Because Once, You Thought You Knew Me

A funny thing happened when I began dating my husband: I changed. At least, that’s how some people in my life have put it. Instinctively, I bristle, and want to say screw you, because that’s what comes to mind first. Granted, I’d be more likely to say it with my facial expression, and less likely to actually say it. I was raised to be polite, thank you. But now, and over the course of eight years of dating/marrying my husband, I’ve realized: they are right: I Have Changed. Allow me to elaborate. Apparently it was under the radar, or maybe just due to … Continue reading You Think You Know Me, Because Once, You Thought You Knew Me