It occurred to me last night that I haven’t really settled into the whole idea of being married.
Let me explain.
Laying in bed, it didn’t feel like the place we sleep every night, it felt like the husband was staying the night and would be gone back to his own place in the morning. I open up the cupboard to find food, and feel like I’m going through someone else’s kitchen, not our own. I had a moment yesterday while putting towels away where I felt like I needed to ask someone’s permission to rearrange the linen closet.
Try as I might, I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m a little girl playing house.
It’s not an “I’m not ready for this” feeling, but more of a “this couldn’t be my life” one.
Am I alone in this, or is it one of those common-but-noone-mentions-them things? Am I completely crazy?
Or is this just a sign that I need to rearrange my furniture?
Little Pieces Everywhere 